Tag 653, Nuntasi Rumänien - Heute Jahre ich die 25000 km meine langstreckenwanderung geknackt.

25,000 kilometers. I don't know how to put it into words. I'll try anyway. Nine years. Countless days. Blisters that burst and healed. Nights under the open sky, not knowing if I could—or even wanted to—continue tomorrow. Moments when the road seemed endless. Moments when it was the most beautiful thing I knew. Hours when I just wanted to cry. Lonely nights under the starry sky. Countless people who laughed with me. 25,000 kilometers isn't just a number. They're faces. Names. Trees that now stand and grow somewhere—for people who can no longer walk. This path doesn't belong to me alone. It belongs to everyone who ever handed me a glass of water. To everyone who wrote, "I'm glad you're still here." To everyone who could barely walk themselves—and did anyway. I keep walking. For you. With you. As long as your legs can carry you. 🌳 treesofmemory.com