La Samaria

There are places where time simply forgets to tick. There, fruit falls right into your palm, the rain smells sweet, like childhood, and the neighbor still sings while frying fish at the open door. There, life is not divided into seasons - only sun, laughter, and skin slightly sticky from mangoes.

And even if fate takes you far away - to noise, concrete, and cold - inside you will still have this shore, where happiness tastes like salt, memories sound like shampeta, and love has a Caribbean accent. Because home is not where you live, but what lives within you - forever, like an endless summer.