I'm trying to bring a friend home. I think that something happened to him suddenly. But what, it is not yet clear. It started that everyday. Or rather, Friday. We drank beer with him and another guy. It was dreary and boring. "Oh, nothing happens in life," we said. "And I would swim in the sea now," I said ... The sea is far from us, 8000 kilometers. Another friend said, "Where do we go... far away, and it's a pipe dream." My second friend sat silently. But it was evident from his face that he was somehow particularly pierced by these words. Suddenly, he stood up and said, "Guys, take me to the train station." We were surprised, but we went. When he "goes crazy", at least not boring. And he really silently went to the station, got on the first train and silently waved to us. We were shocked. But they also decided that a friend, of course, would get off at the nearest stop and come home. So we went quietly to drink beer. A week passed, and the friend did not appear. We thought he was sleeping at home, and the following Friday we started calling him. There was no answer. We searched for him for a month, and then he himself got in touch from the seashore! He got there!! He was happy! We were shocked. I blamed myself for giving the idea about the sea, and the person is happy. A friend hitchhiked. Then he got in touch and refused that he began to live on the sea in some kind of tent, to feel freedom and he had headaches. back and everything else. Now, every Friday, we go out with him and silently envy his freedom and determination. And I keep thinking, maybe he has gone crazy and needs to be treated? And as a friend, I have to do something as soon as possible, bring him home
