After college I work in a small store. I save money — taxis, new sneakers, sweets… everything can wait. Every paycheck goes into my “moving” envelope. Step by step, I’m buying my future.

At night I learn new words. Sticky notes above my bed. Coins singing inside my piggy bank — Like waves for someone who hasn’t seen the ocean yet. I’m holding my dream in my hands.

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I’m eighteen. I live in a city where mornings smell like wet asphalt and cold coffee. But in my mind there’s always another sky — warm, amber, somewhere above the sea. I smile at people all day… and at night I smile at my dream.

When my hands freeze at the bus stop, I imagine stepping off a plane — Breathing air that smells like salt and mango. I don’t know the language perfectly… But I know where I’m going.