Life resembles an airport where the flight to the White City was announced to be delayed. And the expectation ahead is without purpose or meaning.

Life is a wind that cannot be stopped. Hours to live through. They are not enough to do something big or leave the airport, but they also drag on too slowly, because all you can do is wait. The only thing that can happen is a chance meeting. Of course, it won’t change anything, but it will help you survive, wait and wait... for the flight to the White City.

There is an ancient legend: if you look at the fire for a long time, then inside the flame you will see the White City... A collective image of the world woven by our a dream, a place where we can just be ourselves and love ourselves and everyone around us precisely for the right not to lie, not to pretend to be someone else and not to make efforts to seem better.

The White City is freedom, happiness to live without regrets.