One fine body…
- Prague, Czech Republic
- Work Founder, Editor-in-Chief
- About Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. This storm is not something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. We are all trapped in a shell of a particular shape. This shell is not us nor represents who we are. If someone else is able to see through this shell and love what we really are that is like the most beautiful thing that can ever happen to you.