While in Bakota, I listened to the space around me a lot. I made friends with the wind, which rushed through the canyons, stirred up the water, rustled the leaves and twigs of the pines. The wind had space here, and I had space for myself. Listening to the wind, I also listened to myself, and long-forgotten things came out of me. And a lot of things became clearer to me and opened up. Listening to the wind, I saw myself.