Sometimes, travelling doesn't only bring along nice pictures or fun anecdotes of mishaps or lucky coincidences. Sometimes, it triggers understanding of some sort. I'm really happy when the latter happens.

The last few days we had the opportunity to volunteer with Jenny, who is living in her own house in the outermost outskirts of Novosibirsk, together with her disabled dog Chooch. Our volunteering consisted mainly of digging out the weeds and setting up lighting around the house, which didn't take up much of the day. So we had a lot of time for walks in the Siberian forests or being social with Jenny's family and friends.

The odd thing is: Here we were, in a hut somewhere in Siberia, and at the same time, we haven't felt so much at home in our whole journey. Jenny is dreaming of a future in New York, her sister already moved to Barcelona to be a wedding photographer, and the artist friends she surrounds herself with would fit in any artist community around the world.

Sometimes, you can find people of your tribe in the remotest of places.