“He was my best friend for eight years. We were neighbors. I started biking because of him. We took a 1000 kilometer trip together: from Italy to Bosnia. I knew he was suffering from depression. He told me. We were sitting by the canal one night in August. We’d been drinking. And he just said it—that he felt lost, and he didn’t fit in, and he was very sad. I knew there was a history of depression in his family. His father had taken his own life a few years earlier. But his father had been so much older. It felt like a different situation. And it was such a big issue that I didn’t know how to react. I was uncomfortable. I didn’t know how to help him. It felt like too much for me to handle. So I listened for a few minutes, then I suggested he talk to a professional. After that I changed the subject. I know that what happened is ultimately his responsibility. There’s no way I could have known. But I should have talked to him more about it. Maybe he’d have lied. But I was close enough to ask directly: ‘Do you think you might kill yourself?’” (Paris, France)
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The vibe was real. Music was pumping. Sunset was spectacular. New York’s skyline was baffling, and being at The Water Tower Bar after only a few weeks after it opened felt very special.
Best of all? I got to share it with one of my best friend of years. The bromance was real. I didn’t want to leave to say the least. •
I love adventures.