I live in a big city, but I have long dreamed of something more than just "my own piece of floor". I was looking for a place where I could slow down and balance the daily rush. I found them by accident and fell in love with them from the moment I was making my way through them through the thickets of bushes and blackberries and reached a stream of water. Now it is my refuge, with a small wooden house, which I can reach in 30 minutes from Warsaw and forget about all my problems by opening the wooden gate, next to an old pear tree, at the end of a sandy street. It's good here alone or with friends, with coffee or wine, listening to birds singing or a jazz concert. And regardless of whether I'm looking at the stars or at the laptop screen, I'm happy here.