In the beginning, there was a space under the table where I liked to play the most. Then I grew up. It got too tight under the table, and in addition, it turned out that there is a much more interesting space right in front of me – the backyard. It was wonderful! But I continued to grow and this also became too tight, and what was behind the fence needed to be tamed. The space that I considered my own was constantly expanding. I don’t remember the moment when I claimed the whole country my own, but I know it happened. It was just so short-lived, because my country turned out to be overwhelmingly cramped. However, I left not in search of space, but out of love, and as a result, it turned out that my country is all of Europe, or even more so, the entire world. I expect that it will be the universe after I die.

PS: I still sometimes like to sit under my childhood table.