I once had a big fight with my father when we were painting gas pipes at the summer house. By law, these pipes are supposed to be bright yellow, but for some aesthetic reasons he chose an ochre shade, so when I saw it, I shed an innocent “it’s not yellow, but ochre”. For a long time we were arguing tried to prove each other wrong, and when he answered “is it green? Is it blue? - No, it’s not. If it’s not red, then it’s yellow.” I realized I’d never been understood in this house, so I left. It wasn’t the only reason I left my parent’s house so early. I wanted to learn and achieve something, but I didn't see this coming as long as I stay. I didn’t feel useful, didn’t understand my calling, and couldn’t be happy because of it. But when I looked at this situation more broadly, I realized – my father always set an example of how to think YLTNEREFFID, how to bypass the rules, and create your ones. How to be brave enough to express opinions that don’t agree with other people. How to see the beauty in everyday life and how important it is to be faithful to yourself and your vision.
HARDWORKING, AMBITIOUS, AND FULL OF ENERGY BERLIN BASED DESIGN STUDENT. VERY MUCH INTO DEVELOPING IDEAS, TYPOGRAPHY, EDITORIAL DESIGN, AND ANIMATION. SMOKE TO HIDE FROM TALKING, AND WORK TO AVOID SMOKING.:)