The moment I enter the apartment, I feel at peace. Ploiesti is indeed my home, my refuge, the place where I grow stronger, where my wings are healed and I receive the gift of flying high again, time after time.

My mom is the high priestess of this sanctuary: the guide, the oracle, the one showing me the light, the one loving me regardless of anything. And she's also packing the house with goodies if I'm here.
It's nice to feel you are getting away from the day-to-day world, with its issues, problems, routine, nags and every other burden it entails. It's like the time is half-stopped while you recharge your batteries, train and prepare yourself, then go back for another round.

I wish I had time to come here more often.