"Yeah... When I trained last year together with my dad, we used to get up every morning and go for a run through the woods. We'd always pick different paths and explore, so nature gets me really nostalgic," Mark told me.
I could tell his father meant a lot to him. I kind of wished I had that connection with my dad... or any dad, really. I was a bit envious of him now, maybe if I had a good father-figure I'd have turned out more like him?
Something vibrated in his pocket and he took out his cell-phone to read a message. "Oh, dad has gotten the rest of our stuff into our room. And he's written our mothers pinched in and unpacked all our stuff."
"They probably couldn't resist the temptation. Shall we go back?" »
