I was supposed to write a whole long sad thing about growing up and losing oneself, but luckily, that mood changed. So I’m going to tell you a story.

Once upon a time, two girls were sitting on the floors of their rooms in two different cities. One of them was studying anatomy and getting nowhere, and the other one was planning her scheme for the upcoming week while going through some e-mails, also getting nowhere.

Luckily, these girls decided to call eachother. They both face different realities and different worlds, but with the same issue; Where did our youth go?

Where did the funny and spontaneous girls go? The ones who threw themselves on and off buses to get to places and friends all over the country, who had no problem with going away for the weekend without further notice and sleep on busstops and trainstations? One of them started a carreer, the other a man and a home.

But to show the world (and themselves) that these old ladies in the bodies of two 16-yearolds, where not as dry and boring as they looked, they both drove half of the 40 kms between them (way too fast), to a village in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night, and left their spraypainted marks (so illegal) on busstops and walls. And damn it felt good to be back.