The story created by walking in a certain direction turned out to be an unplanned journey in time. Back in the day I used to take this path to school each day, seeing my friends, painting, drawing and doing everything I could to reach the goal that I am following now. Art studies. At least for some part of the journey I was really emotional. When the weather changed and I needed to take a bus, I realized how empty my thoughts were. After a few hours of nostalgia I faced nothing but a nice view outside the window. The difference between a stroll and a ride was enormous.