A place to belong

I am fascinated by unknown places revealing new worlds for life to humankind. Thanks to modern technologies. The wrinkled ridges of Mars, where space robots tirelessly search for signs of possible life, or the dark basement of industrial buildings, where smart technologies imitate sunlight to grow plants. Nevertheless, I always run after one place where the progress of time has stalled with the agricultural revolution. A unique place that made me feel worthy of belonging.

In the northern Carpathians, within the Orava countryside, there are last pieces of land that ecologists call waterlogged alpine spruces, peatbogs and cold-loving foothill meadows. I call them my home.

As a small girl, I felt ashamed, doubting If I was good enough for others, for cool girl groups, for myself. So I spent hours and hours alone out there. And my parents could go crazy while searching for me.