My dream doesn't sound loud, and it doesn't bother me. One day, I want to gather a small space around me maybe a workshop or a small cafe with books where people can just be, without having to make an impression. A place where you can be silent, read, drink coffee and feel safe. It seems to me that there are not enough such quiet islands in the world. To do this, I want to learn, gain experience and learn how to run a business not according to a template, but according to conscience. The second part of the dream is traveling, but not chasing a list of cities. I want to live in different places for longer: in Portugal by the ocean, in a northern country where the winter is long and fair. I dream of a life in which there will be more depth than speed. And yet, it's about having loved ones around not out of obligation, but at will. For me, a dream is not a final destination, but a direction in which you can walk calmly without burning yourself