I arrived at Siarliai, a small Lithuanian town by bus to look at the „hill of crosses“. I had just missed the connecting bus that was supposed to take me there, so took a taxi, spending much more than I had planned. We drove through the fields, far away from the city. When we reached the hill the driver looked at me: „Wait? The bus is far away“ – „No, thanks, I can walk“ – „no, I’ll wait, you can’t stay here.“ – „No, thanks.“
I got out of the car and walked towards the hill, hoping I would find my way back. When I came back an hour later the driver was still there: „I will take you to the city – no money“. That was the moment I fell in love with Lithuania.