There was many moments of my life, mainly when travelling, when I sat on some rock, bench or in the middle of nowhere on the field covered with crops, and contemplated. How I always feel when I’m on the way - free. Either it’s a fairly comfortable trip on an airplane, or - as I was mainly travelling before for years - hitchhiking, with a tent, staying in hostels, staying at local peoples’ houses… man. I can never forget those stories. But I was gonna mention the contemplation moments. Being in the middle of nowhere in Portugal, on a dusty road of Varanasi in India, in the maze of old town streets of Marrakesh, on the desert in Morocco or on the beach in England. Freedom. Just being on the move. Just being able to be surprised by the next day. No routine. Beautiful memories. And it felt as if almost my soul was able to levitate. And be as powerful as it could be. Bringing closer to dreams.