Photo by Daria Drobushevskaya
When I thought about the place of my dreams, then a simple entertainment from my childhood came to my mind. I remembered how, walking with friends, we always built houses from everything that came to hand. in the winter they were snow huts, in the summer we raided the local garbage dumps and collected materials for our dwellings among the trees. So, the place of my dreams is a space full of freedom from everything, just like in childhood, when for happiness you only need good weather outside the window and the whole world is your home.