Part 1 The doors of the bus close right after I step out. The bus-driver drives off, I was his only passenger today. I try to remember why I wanted to do this, why I wanted to go here. There's no way back right now. I'm in the middle of nowhere: Hungary. I walk up to the front door of the main building and ring the bell. Nobody answers the door. I ring again. Nothing. Of course, it's a bloody farm, nobody is inside, everybody's working on the land. I walk around the house to see if anybody's there. There should be somebody, they know I'll arrive today. But the only creatures I see are some chicken, running around. Then, just when I wanted to turn around, I hear a loud noise. Some car or motor is approaching, damn it's making a hell of a noise. It's a damn tractor with my oldest cousin, Lukas, on it. He jumps off his tractor and greets me: "Mike, that has been so long! Wow, you really changed man! Looking good!" While he gives me a big hug, I see Boris approaching. "Mike, my favourite cousin. Really good to see you, we're going to have so much fun!" Lukas and Boris are my two cousins. We used to hang out a lot, but my family moved to London a couple of years ago. They're around my age, Boris is 19 and Lukas is, like me, 20. They could be twins, they look so much like each other. Both beautiful blond hair and deep blue eyes. It's summer, so it's hot, and both guys are wearing nothing but shoes and a blue overall, showing their developed bodies. Their parents, my uncle and aunt, are farmers, so Boris and Lukas help them a lot. And I have to admit, you can see that. They aren't super muscular, but nice big shoulders and pecs. "Come, we'll take you first inside and show you the house. Then you'll meet the rest of the crew.", Lukas says and takes my bag. "The rest of the crew? I thought it was only the three of us!", I reply. "Are you silly? You think we three can run this farm? No way man. Things have changed since you moved. We've got some regular help right now, and a lot of people who work for us on the land. We'll hardly have to do anything, it's summer holiday!", Lukas answers. My uncle and aunt, the parents of Lukas and Boris, thought they could use a holiday, so they went to France. And they suggested that I could come over to Hungary to keep Lukas and Boris company. As stupid as I was, I thought I had to work all day long this summer-holiday. Luckily, they have staff.