The story of a yellow rucksack begins with an idea; a dream, if you will. A dream of bringing people together. The yellow rucksack is suited for everyone – ladies, gentlemen, fancy people, not-so-fancy people, rich people, poor people, you name it.
When he was just a little yellow thread in a factory, he witnessed something very interesting. He saw people working together so that they can create him.
A week had gone by and he was turned into a piece of canvas because some lady’s hands were very good with the needle. While she was working, she talked about the importance of a single thread and how it can create a ripple effect on the world once it connects with all the other threads. She taught him the meaning of connection.
Two weeks later and he began to take shape thanks to some men’s vision of what the canvas could become. This man taught him that only someone with a dream and a vision can turn a brick into a house. He taught him the meaning of a dream.
A few days later he was added a zipper thanks to an old man who often spoke about the importance of never stop opening oneself to an adventure. He taught him the meaning of life.
It was then that our little yellow rucksack promised himself that he will never stop dreaming about connecting people through adventure.
But it was not so long ago that the rucksack ended up in hands of a dreamer with an adventurous spirit who added a personal touch to this yet young and hungry for life yellow rucksack by adding a badge of ChuluCation. ‘’How strange,’’ the rucksack thought to himself, ‘he must think that this is my name, so from now on it will be.’’
By becoming ChuluCation yellow rucksack now found his way to this young lady who took him on a one of a kind journey, experiencing the world. And, oh boy, what a world it was!
ChuluCation was keeping her company as she was waiting for a friend who was traveling from a faraway land. They greeted each other and ChuluCation thought to himself: ‘’There is nothing better than meeting an old friend. They make us reminisce of a person we once were when starting off with this journey of going places. And somehow, people love to do that. How strange they are.’’
They started walking down the streets of Belgrade, reminiscing about old times. ChuluCation loved listening to their stories. If he could laugh – he would. A little bit later, they’ve met two other girls and they all started hugging. ‘’Every single thread is connecting to each other,’’ he thought to himself.
Soon after, ChuluCation was taken with the lady’s friend to the Kalemegdan fortress. Here, the man showed him all the beautiful views and where the Danube and Sava become one. ChuluCation thought to himself ‘’So, this is where the dream of the connecting threads was born. Right where the rivers become one.’’
‘’I would love to know more, take me to the two girls that you have met a while ago,’’ he said to the man. And it was as if the man had heard him, so they met the girls right below the Ada bridge. They hugged again, became the connecting threads, and the man handed over ChuluCation to the girls.
At that moment his zipper un-zipped and he knew they were going on an adventure. The girls took him for a boat ride on the river. ‘’Wow, I am closer to the original dream of the connecting threads,’’ he exclaimed about the river. They all had fun as ChuluCation was ecstatic to be so close to the water, where he believed the dream began.
The girls then took ChuluCation to meet his companion travelers with whom he previously got to know the small portion of the world that filled his insides with the most extraordinary magnitude of places.
They were all so happy to be seeing each other after such a beautiful day filled with adventure. So, they hugged once again and ChuluCation realized at that moment how he was that thread connecting it all and he thought to himself: ‘’I did it. My dream came true.’’