Then I ran all over the apartment throwing in random stuff. A voltage converter. That's what I really want to say. But I'm not. I keep looking for the right word for it.
Trip sounds too trivial.
It's certainly not a holiday or a vacation. I'd call it a journey, but that's a lousy 70s band. My dad calls it a pilgrimage, but I don't know. It's a duty for me. Sixty years ago the Germans, Russians, and Polish people conspired to destroy a lot of people, including each other, including my family.