Joost Klein (camp)

The second day of camp. They'd confiscated your phones, and the boredom was overwhelming. In the morning, they told you we were going on a hike in the mountains. You were with the rest of the group, backpack on your back, out of breath and barely able to stand. The climb was steep, and the sun seemed to burn even more intensely. At rest, you sat down on a rock, wiping the sweat from your forehead. You wanted to lie down and not get up. But soon, the cry came again: "Get up, keep going!" You exhaled and slowly rose. Your legs were shaking. You took a few steps... and suddenly there he was—a guy with blond hair and sky-blue eyes. Joost Klein, known to all the groups. Funny, loud, but at that moment—quiet and attentive. He whispered , "Quiet..." He leaned slightly toward you. He said calmly , "I see you're barely standing..." Before you could say anything, he carefully picked you up. Carefully, as if he were afraid of hurting you. You froze, looking at him in confusion...