It all started with the forging of large rings...

Oh no, that's a whole other story. Ok, here I go again.

In the west of the Liptovská basin, surrounded by forests and at the confluence of rivers, lies a small town where our student journeys took us both. Both journalism students, but each with a completely different goal. I wanted to become a famous writer (ahem), or have my gut blown out as a war correspondent, and Loro ended up at our school by mistake because he wanted to study sports management.

The closest thing that brought us together was the fear of repeating the history of journalism exam, my fear, when Loro gentlemanly offered to help me finish studying the passages in which I had only blanks... Secretly, through the window of our ground-floor dormitory room, he climbed inside and out for psychohygiene to go shopping and spent his entire vacation waking me up at seven in the morning, leaning on the window sill until two or three in the morning asking questions, I was having hysterical attacks alternating with panic attacks and in the end I gave the exam a B, which made him a little pi***d off, because he had C from that exam...
 
Our phone calls became more and more frequent, they gradually got longer, and at the beginning of the next semester we found that we were closer than before. I boarded a slow passenger car and Loro boarded the Shinkansen, because he proposed to me on New Year's Eve in three months. As a lover of Lord of the Rings, I always longed for that eternal and otherworldly pure love that Arwen and Aragorn had, and I secretly dreamed that I would say yes only to the man who would kneel before me with the Evenstar... And that moron suddenly knelt before me with the Evenstar! No one knew about it, so I could say no, but I couldn't lie to myself... And so, amid the roar of fireworks and billions of people in Prague's Vyšehrad, I said: 

"What were you saying? I didn't hear."
 
There was no denying my Bridget Jones essence... Loro repeated his request and I
a) ran away
b) jumped from Vyšehrad
c) said yes.
 
Ding dong, bitch.
 
I hope you understand my dark humor. 

Together we chewed through (and overdid) our master's studies, and then I ended up in Prague for a while, while local patriot Loro stayed under the Tatras. I started writing my blog in Prague Wild at heart. After I did not manage to drag Loro across the border even by force and with rohypnol, I decided to start a life under the Tatras too.

Thanks to my wonderful boss at the job I found, we got an apartment for rent in a house with a garden with an apple orchard, and my dream of a four-legged furry family started to become a reality. The black cat Zloduch (Peeves from Harry Potter) was the first to join us, and right after that, our wolf luck, Wolf.

Thus began our epic magical journey.