I have always been a person who likes clear plans. The route, the stops, even the cafe where I will have coffee - everything in advance. But that day I forgot to charge my phone. And when the car ended up on a country road, and the navigator went out, I suddenly realized that for the first time in a long time I was driving without a map.

At first it was a little alarming. But then I noticed that the road was no longer just stripes of asphalt. The landscape outside the window lived its own life: fields with yellow flowers, old village houses whose windows reflected the sun, narrow country roads where time seemed to slow down.

I stopped at a small roadside stand. They sold cabbage pies and strawberry jam in jars. The woman behind the counter asked: "Who are you going to see?" I smiled: "I don't think I know myself." She laughed, and we started talking as if we had known each other for a long time.

Then the road itself led me to a lake I had never heard of. The water there was dark but clear, and it smelled of freshness and silence. I sat on the shore and thought that maybe sometimes we just need to get lost to find something unexpected.

On my way home, I never turned on my phone. Let this day remain without coordinates, but with memories that now live in me as the most successful turn that I never planned.