As a child born in Eastern Europe during Communism, I haven’t really known much about other countries. Later, in school I was taught all the countries and their capital cities. I started to be fascinated and always wondered how they really looked like in real and not on a map. After 1989, when Ceausescu was shot and the Communism presumably died, we started having much more information about the west. ‘The West’- it always sounded so special, like a precious stone that only a few people can buy. Instead of 1 TV channel, which was usually running 1 hour per day, a few more started to appear. For the first time, I saw how cities like Paris, London, Rome looked like and for me it was clear- one day I will visit them.