So anxious moment: We are on the border between Poland and Germany . Anxious, because it begins with the German goal of our trip - much as five European countries. Behind the train and a slice of Poland. Lunch in a Polish inn good - not more expensive than it would cost us in the Sudak . I ate dumplings - those Poles why it is called cakes. Was satisfied and in such satisfaction with the state arrived at the border.

I'm an old bird. Lot where the train and therefore feel calm. However vsominayu their first trip and the crossing of borders, when I was, contrary to logic, was tormented by anxiety. The impression was as if I'm in something wrong. So we are taught that a trip abroad is something special - and God forbid you have something wrong. At the time I went to Germany for a car with us prismotrennym www.auto.ru - want to drive itself is not very "tired" minibus.

And now everything is wrong. We stood in line with the half-hour. Polish border guards have collected our passports, while joking and laughed. Maybe someone from the tourists and worried, but I did not notice. My neighbors on the bus, too little joked with guards or talking among themselves.

Finally, we cross the invisible band, and find ourselves in Germany. Not so long ago it was controlled by the USSR German Democratic Republic, and is now a united Germany. German border guard did not even bother to come to us in coach. He handed the passport stamped by our tour guide and we went on the road.

Ahead Europe. Berlin Reichstag, with Rembradtom Amsterdam, Van Gogh and the area of "red light", Brussels boys peeing, Montparnasse, the Moulin Rouge and Luxembourg - a tiny but very pretty country. We all eyes will be watching the European sights, and perhaps even a little will see the European values. With the latter, though more complicated, because they feel that, although b must then enter into a labor or social relations with Europeans. And we're just tourists. But anyway - will gain experience as much as possible.

In honor of crossing the border Igor (our guide) treats us with champagne and includes German tunes. Particularly memorable song about Berlin - I think it's their analogue of our "Yak do not you love Kiєve Miy !".