I never thought that I could truly fall in love with a landscape. Yes, the sea is always beautiful. Yes, the mountains are majestic. But in Croatia I discovered a place that seemed to have collected everything in itself - silence, brightness and infinity. These are the Plitvice Lakes.

Imagine transparent water that changes color from turquoise to deep emerald, as if it is bored to remain the same. The waterfalls here do not roar - they sing, softly falling from the ledges. Wooden bridges seem to have been invented so that a person slows down and looks down, where fish swim, seemingly toys.

I walked along the path and caught myself thinking: “What if I had been shown such a place as a child? Maybe I would have dreamed not of castles and princesses, but of a house among these lakes?” However, childhood dreams do not disappear, they just change form. And, frankly speaking, I felt like a child there - I wanted to take off my sneakers and wander barefoot along the wooden platforms.

They say that every person has “his” sea, “his” city, “his” place. Maybe this is mine. Not because of the exoticism, not because of the postcards and not because tourists from all over the world go there. Simply because everything inside me fell silent. As if nature finally said: “Look. You don’t need anything else.”