There are places in the world that you dream to get to. For me, such a place is Lapland. This year in early June, Russian Lapland was simply written. It has never left my mind because the encounter was very meaningful. Chuna Lake – blue yet partly covered in ice, those dense forests – crossed by springs and home to curious reindeer and shy elk, the house of Father Frost – where he receives letters written by children from all over the world, and in the end… the silence, the beautiful silence that echoed in every bit of the puffy snow still around.
History postgraduate student and experienced traveller, always thirsty for adventure.
I travel the world to discover its hidden treasures, I dream to get to the historical sites I’ve only explored in books, and I hope to make a difference through my work and vision of the world around me.