Mountains saved me In 1998 we decided to go on holiday in the Carpathian Mountains. We rented a house in a small village, 30 km from the big city. Once I missed the last train that went to the village. I walked to the taxi driver and asked how much the trip cost. I had only half the required amount (necessary sum). Only one taxi driver agreed to bring me. When we passed the half-way, he stopped and said, "Since you had a little money, then this trip would be short." I began to beg him to bring me to the place. He agreed. After passing a little bit he stopped again, showed me the path through a small grove and said that I could come to my village. I did not go but ran because I was captured by fear. It was already 12.00 p.m. After 5 minutes I reached the village and realized that I did not live here. It was another village. I knocked at a house and asked for the night. People refused me. I did not know what to do. It was dark. I looked around. The moon was shining brightly. Looking at the mountains, I suddenly saw the familiar outlines of mountain peaks and walked toward them. I decided there was my home. I went by another path in the same forest. On the way I met two dogs running fast toward me. I stopped dead and waited for what would happen. But they ran past. When I passed through the woods I came to my village and saw the house where I was staying. Mountains saved me.