A few words from the time when I was based in Venice, from the time since when two years have passed, and in a few days another important date for me will be, so I decided it's a good occasion. 

This is a story that I haven't talked about out loud so far, and only one person knew about it. In the end I decided to write about it, maybe it will help someone, inspire someone, someone will find something similar to their life in it. And those who met me in this city will probably remember something from those times, how they also changed. 

When I found out that I was to live in Venice, I was surprised at first, then excited, then a bit scared, because I didn't know anyone there, and to be honest, the word "Italy" caused an inexplicable feeling of paralysis and even a mini heart attack that I don't understand to this day, but I in no way expected that going there would turn my life, both private and professional, upside down, cause a real revolution in my mind, throw me on an emotional rollercoaster that I have never felt, even in a turbulent relationship, during exams or during interviews for a dream job, that it would open my eyes, re-evaluate my priorities, cut me off from toxic relationships and generally speaking - build a new person. 

Soon after moving, I began to feel that everything was spinning around me at the speed of light, things were going on that I hadn't planned for any treasures of the world in my perfect scenario (including an event that happily for only a short time, broke me and made me cry uncontrollably) that I started to lose my orientation and sense of stability, my blood is close to a boil and if I don't "hit" something myself, it will blow me away. And the best thing about it all was that something broke inside me, I stopped recognizing myself and I had no idea what was happening to me and why it actually was happening. In a few words, I felt like I was on a merry-go-round that I cannot stop, which is about to kick me into space.