The best memory of childhood for me was sitting in the backseat as my father drove and mum sat next to him and they would have a different world of conversations, decisions and jokes while I would sit back and look out the window. Those drives were the most peaceful times for me.

The way my frizzy hair flew randomly made me feel like the lead of a movie going on an adventure and I would just close my eyes to make it even more filmy. My eyes traced the dynamic screen of the window’s void and to make it feel more movie-like dad would play the most beautiful timeless songs and the thoughts of space, time and world would rush past my mind just like the fast wind that rushed past my hair. The window became the movie screen and I myself became a star.