By the end of June 2016, I left Switzerland where I used to live to begin the greatest trip of my life: I was about to fly to Australia for one year, alone. On my way, I stopped in Bangkok for a couple of days, for a stopover that turned out to be much more eventful than expected. This memory left a big mark on me, at the point that I decided to tell the story of it in the first chapter of the book I started to write in 2021. Two years later, I still haven't finished it, but I wanted to share this introduction chapter, as a memory of the very first hours of that trip that was going to change my life forever.