Now I am coming to the topic which feels awkward to talk about. I planned firstly to skip it over and write about my trip to Indonesia where I travelled last year in June but I have to talk about it because it was a significant turning point in my life. 

The decision to travel to Indonesia was taken last year in April when my friend Sarka who travelled there with me made a suggestion to visit this country. I was reluctant at first because I thought it was not a good idea to spend money on travelling while I was not able to find a job, but my mother agreed to pay my trip and we bought flight tickets. 

It was Easter at the end of April 2011 and I travelled to Slovakia with my mother to visit my family there. It was the last time when I met my father. While I was there he looked healthy and I didn't have any premonition that anything bad would happen soon. He arranged going to the hockey championship with his girlfriend who invited him there and at the beginning of May they went there. While the weather in April was relatively warm then it got much colder and it was almost freezing at the beginning of May. My father drank cold beer at the stadium and this was probably when he became ill. He went to see a doctor who sent him to X-Ray which revealed that my father had pneumonia and he was taken to the hospital around May 10th. I was in Prague at that time but I used to call my grandmother who told me at first that he was going to be fine and then she told me that it was very serious. However, my grandmother is a neurotic person in general that's why I wasn't worried about my father so much. When I speak about my grandmother I mean a maternal grandmother, my paternal one died n November 2009 after a long illness.

My grandmother went to the hospital to visit my father on Friday May 20th just 3 days before he died. She went there with my father's best friend and his son who took her there by car. They all had an impression that my father was doing well because he seemed very excited and talkative. 

On Tuesday 24th May the phone was ringing in the morning around 9am and it woke me up. My apparently agitated grandmother asked me if my mother was at home but was unwilling to tell me what happened. I didn't want to ask her questions because it was obvious that she didn't want to tell me. I called to my mother who told me that my father died. I was shocked but we had leave to Slovakia immediately to arrange the funeral there. My father's relatives from USA came too. The funeral was emotive and mainly the song Ave Maria made me cry a lot. After the funeral we went to a restaurant for a feast. 

I wasn't sure if I still wanted to travel to Indonesia after what happened but finally I decided to go there because I didn't want to make my friend disappointed. We left to Indonesia on June 28th.