At the end of the summer 2012 I was getting ready to do my first far away travel on my own. I was hoping to associate learning of English with a new experience involving solidarity toward a developing country. It took thirty hours by plane with a stop in Korea to cover the distance between Lyon and Nadi. I was literally going at the other end of the Earth in a country where very few Turkish people had ever been.

When the flight Paris-Seoul took off it was already night time in France, and the giant was swallowed into the night, going to the unknown. I was invaded by a feeling of freedom. The wings of the plane were mine and I was only one with it. It was I who took off and flought into cotton-like clouds.