One of the reasons I planned my Europe trip was Berlin.
As a designer, so much of my visual language was shaped by Bauhaus.
It was a place I had studied from afar, admired through screens and books,
but never stepped into.
It felt strange to realise that people I had never met
had already influenced the way I see the world.
I wanted to stand where they once stood
and finally meet the “masters” who shaped me long before I knew who I wanted to become.
The Mediterranean was another pull,
a place that kept appearing in my mind like a quiet dream.
I had never seen it,
yet it felt familiar in a way I couldn’t explain.
It was as if a part of me needed to go there
to understand something I could not put into words.