I’m twenty one, and there are no "distant" places on my world map - there are only stories that have not yet been lived. I work in the evenings at a coffee shop, save every tip coin and draw a route in a notebook: from Iceland to Tuvalu. I dream of seeing all the countries, not for show, but to remember the smells of markets, other people’s words "thank you," the warm palms of strangers. Sometimes it’s scary: suddenly you don’t have enough strength or money. But as soon as I close my eyes, I’m already at the airport, where every flight sounds like a promise. I leave space in my passport for future stamps, and in my phone I leave a "Coming Soon" folder: tickets, articles, lists of museums. I believe that the road teaches courage. Someday I will return home and say to myself: I saw the entire Earth. And this is just the prologue...!