Ever since I saw the world map for the first time, something in me blossomed, as if a great traveler had awakened. In order not only to touch the picture of countries and continents, to feel the lines of their borders, which are so mysteriously woven on the globe.

My dream of traveling was born in books, spread its wings while watching stunning films and photographs. I wanted to feel the spirit of adventure, to get lost in cities where every street is its own work of art.

My heart fluttered with delight when I thought of the aroma of exotic spices in the bazaars of Istanbul, felt the slightly rustling breeze of palm leaves on the beaches of Bali, saw the winning sun hidden behind the clouds above the Alps. Experience the wonderful romance of Paris.

The dream of traveling became my faithful companion, a traveler in every word I read about distant lands, and a companion in every photo that upset my imagination.

Traveling is not just moving from one place to another. This is experience, learning, impressions. It is a way to see the world in all its beauty and diversity. But my dream of traveling not only did not fade away, it became even brighter, as if it came out of a picture into reality to take me by the hand and lead me into the world of great opportunities.