After a while they turned the radio off and everyone went to bed. It didn't take a long for me to fall asleep.

I dreamt I was listening to Blondie singing “I wanna be your number one...” But I’m not dreaming. I’m confused now. I’m in the forest, in a hut with a view on the lake. And there is a radio playing – in the hut where the local boys sleep.

What time is it? After finding a light, I looked at my watch: 5 o clock in the morning. I think I'm the only one being awake but at the same time I hear a big sigh next to me. “This is unreal,” I said. Tia answers, “Yeah it is,” in a sleepy voice. “What shall we do?”

An old hit from the 1970s is playing. I suggest we ask them to turn the radio off. Peter, one of the foresters, is now also awake. He agrees with our plan. Although he wanted to go out and talk to them, he thinks they might respect the request more if it comes from a foreigner.

I get dressed and go and ask them, in a friendly way, to turn the radio off. They look at me like having the radio blaring at 5am is the most common thing to do in the morning, but they understand – I think – and turn it off. Everybody is happy to sleep another two hours before we have to get back to our sweaty walks in the forests. At 7.15am, I wake up to the sounds of birds singing.