The best is yet to come!
Born in Eastern Europe during the communist era, I grew up in a time that shaped resilience, adaptability, and perspective. They were strange years — full of ideals on the surface, yet deeply restrictive and quietly dictatorial. Because of that, I don’t blame anyone for the wrong decisions. Nothing truly worked the way it should have back then. It was almost inevitable that my parents shaped the course of my life, even though at the time I didn’t realise it. My heart wanted art. That was my first choice. My second choice was something practical, something technical — architecture. That second path was not really mine; it was my father’s. What he could not achieve himself, I was expected to carry forward. One phone call to the art academy changed everything. In a single moment, my life turned in a different direction and pulled me into the technical world. It was a world I learned to survive in, but never one that truly fit me. After finishing my studies, I chose hospitality instead — a...
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