I got to Milan by chance - the tickets were cheap, and I decided: "Why not?" The city greeted me with noise, luxury of shop windows, the smell of coffee on every street. But my real route was to the museum of modern art.

I thought for a long time how art can surprise someone who has already seen reproductions, catalogs, endless photos. But it turned out that the living is always stronger. In front of me was an installation: a white room, in the center of which stood an old suitcase. Light and the sound of footsteps poured out of it, as if someone was still walking along their own paths, but endlessly.

I stood and could not tear myself away. Suitcase. Light. Footsteps. And that's it. And inside - a whole universe. I suddenly realized that this is about all of us: everyone carries a suitcase of memories, sounds, smells, and we never part with it. We just don’t always decide to open it.

Italy is good for its squares, pasta, coffee. But it was there that I realized that art can be closer than people. It doesn’t require conversation, it simply exists — and you already feel that it was worth coming here.