In the morning, my dreams are shrouded in mystery: all I can recall is a few motifs here and there. Unfortunately I can remember some scenes from my nightmares: I stumble, or I fall from a height, and I always wake up when this happens.

My great desire is to travel: I have no specific destination in mind, the only thing that matters to me is to get to places where I can admire the beauty of my surroundings.