I do not know how? I do not know where?

14:01:11 call "What you're already in to Kohtla-J2rve ... why you didn't called ... yes ... it will be aut of your roud about 50 km ... mmm ... yeah ... ok ... I guess do you know Mustvee Statoil it on your half road, ok... I'll be there. " I starded the car on, packed my fridger in to car. Threw my bag as well and the journey has starded.
 Friend whom I called. just bought himself a new bus, such a second-hand new bus. We droved direction of Võru. And previously we had agreement that he would take me on, when he staarts a journey back to home.  Although I got the impression, that he really did't want to do it.
 Fridge, okay, it's a bit strange, that someone decides to go by hitchhiking togeder with his fridge. But I had a thought. what for it stands here in the shed where it's useless, let it serve someone.

Intermediate komentar:
Notwithstanding the impression my friend helped me very much. And this time which we spent together was very instructive. I hope it  I will get a chance to write about it, not hide these experiences in to my notebook.

Enemari said ...
And so you stood there in to darkness and said that "here is the beginning of my journey" and you will be gone away. Somehow spooky and dark was. but I thought a yellow circle around you. and I said, over my shoulder, was another story to talk about, but you can hear it when you return. and there was no more sad, Fridge is now in to my kithcen!
Then all kinds of exciting things happened, but I hope to write about thous storys later date. Today I want to share with you my story of Lithuania, then the whole thing does't look so pink.

I woke up after the barking, a distance I hear someone asking, "KTO TAM SPIT." for response, I'm only spy out to my sleepingbag with one eye, to the direction vois. It seems that the company is satisfied with my answer and moving forward. I Stretch myrself out of my warm sleeping bag,and I'll begin to boiling tea with a pile of snow. I think that, I got there 45 minutes of a jobber in my water boiling and cooking same food, when the crowd will came back. At first they immediately ask fast-speaking Latvian questions. I answered for thous questions only, I don't speak Russian. Then they asked only that, where I come from. And now they know that, there is one crazy Estonians, who slept in there wood without asking permission. After some time I get my camp together and I start moving. I'm realy lucky I get a car very soon. And next stop is Lithuanian, Latvian border. The driver speaks only in Latvian language, I don't understand anything. Finally, he pushes me out of the car, and then I realized that he didn't want drive to Lithuania, he just transported me in to border ara. I walk on foot through the whole border area until I arrived of a new state. Lithuanian border guard welcomed me politely. I do not know why,but I repeated automatically same greeting that he said to me, and then he speaks only Russian language to me.He asking for a very long sentence, to see my documents. I'm giving him my ID card, and then he asks where I come from, (I truly understand this issue after two kilometers) but out there I answer "I'm traveling." What is this supposed to mean? But the border guard smiled to me and returned my ID card.
After the border point, I walk in a four-kilometer 1.5 hours before getting hitch, and then also just 20 kilometers further. Well that's okay, I drink hot snow to the bus station and hiked on. Finally I arrive in to a city cender and I start walking out of town. Again, time flies, I don't have enough power row to go, I'll to bag unloading stops in to bus stations to gather power to continue. Sweat runs a T-shirt is soaking wet. I move barely five kilometers in to two hours. I see the day will arrive to the evening, already the sun falls and dimness is goming. Finally I reach the edge of town but there is a row of two fastways. Nobody wants to make there car stop, I walk a false good step and trying to do good face fore drivers, I hope that they will take me up theres cars. Individual drivers will stop at next to me, but when they hear my with Russian language, they will be going fast awy. I will already be in a funk, I don't catch eny cars. some young people is sit inside the car which stops next to me, a small VW bus. I am trying to make myself clear with three Russian-similarity language, but my pronunciation is so bad that even I can't understand anything. In response I get only angry answer "does not speak Russian." This will brighten smile in to my face. English is  suites much better to the driver.
Again, they helped me to continue only 20 kilometers. But still I feel very happy. Because I am now the forest where I can once again spend the night without interruption, and does not need to walk a lot. At present it is too dark, so it can't continue to hitchhiking.
I'll above a barrier, and walk in to the forest, and I'll take my wet shirt off and put warm dry shirt on and I'll make up my camp. I cringe in to my sleeping bag which is still slightly damp and cold. I wake up several times, I enter to myself there on road is a trucks not armored trucks,  and I try again to get a sleep. This is still difficult because I feel myself freezing, a after some time, to not know exactly whether the fatigue or just really peace on the street, I get sleep, it seems, I even feel my body warming up. But still I wake up several times before sunerise. And, it is extremely difficult to motivate myself, to come out just warmed-up sleepibag.
I'll to my  morning ruttins, I start cooking, and I decided to cook the rice. In addition on half of my cooking gas will run out. All my matches are wett, and the fire stick don't to it's job.Somehow through snake pattern I get effective fire, but then I can't pick enough fast new fier materials. The light just goes off. I swear the whole my advance into the bottom of erth and I ask myself constantly why - why - why is it necessary to make thats kinde a stupid - a stupid - a stupid thing I am completely fool. I just sit on my netbed and Anguish takes full power over me. I feel cold in to my boots leegs are freesing. And I discover myself in to the middle of nowones land to failing on my dealings. I want to  back in to warm office, behind the computer, whining that ther is to much work do to.

But, as always, on thous moments is the reality what helps get over, actions have already been made, steps have been  already taken now I need to move forward.I tie my boots on and I'm going to look new pise of birch bark. I'll collect more then last time,and I get fire up. I put the rice on to the fire, however, I don't wait until it's ready. I eat it when it's half ready. self-comforting if the stomach is still empty, it can handle it. I put my camp together and I discovering that I'm still desperately slow, half a day is wasted. I start hitchhiking, after half hore Iget on a car. I'm get right there where I need to, then I change direction and continue to hitchhiking. I walk two or three kilometers. I'll be luky again, Draiver only look me and self-mocking. Greece, there are a lot of miles. How long have you been on the journey already? - ah to 4 days. Well, there's a lot of miles to Greece :) He's does stop next to road what leads to Polish. It is already dark and there don't be eny hope to get in to car. I can see after about 5 kilometers there is forest. I walk next to the road there, again, wet shirt-off and dry one-on- Camping stuff ready to the morning ruttins and in to sleepingbag. I Sleep pretty well.

I start getting worried that maiby I am ill, why every night is the coldest? After all, I've been a lot worse situations the same stuff. Repeats the same morning, do not want to out, don't get the fire up and finally come out somehow I have spirit tablets. I burned them off a whole dozen. On this time, I get my rice ready, even too well I burned it stick to bottom, so now is charred. The stomach is empty. I'm tring to eat it maybe it's going down. Miracle...!!! it's edible, even tasty, and it don't have that burned tast. there is only a taste of a grilled potatoes and a popcorn. Incredible, what empty stomach can do. A course of their parched little pot with snow. I put my camp together and discovered that it is already noon. I realize once again that I'm still raucously slow.  And I wonder how I'm  in the army at all somewhere arrived.
I climbing over the ditch on to street I feel colossal shame, that's how I'm stinks like fire pace, and I miss the shower. I climb out of nowhere forest, next to the roadside. What are people thinking. It is difficult to immediately to go I feel the big shame. But again reality it helps me over this shame, meeting with every passing driver is only 3 seconds long. After that, they will forget me, because new experiences will come in to there live.
Straighten the back as straight as a bag allows and going forward. I get on a car. And if this guy heard that I  stayed at night in there where he took me on, he did not know how else to say, to only shook his head. In to Polish border is 60 kilometers left to run for another 4 car and I hav a lot of walk. Finally, I arrive to Poland.

Lithuania was passed without a single cen money to bury wasted. But after the experience of the whole trip, I decided to take a more liberal, that it should be still more like a vacation ...