We all have dreams. Mine was to attend the Burning Man festival. This year, I simply packed my bag and traveled the world to attend this magnificent event. I came alone, but let me tell you something: I never felt lonely for a second. It was tough, as I needed to carry on myself everything to survive in the desert of Nevada for a week: clothes, food, water, tent, camera… I entered in the festival, in the middle of the night, exhausted and I slept for 15 hours. But then, I woke up onto a world that seems to be too beautiful to be true. Still today, I wonder If was just dreaming for a week. I have never felt as much alive, as much creative and as much loved. I found beauty in every person and I saw myself beautiful too. I have shared so much, and I have been covered of joy, freedom and love. People say you can’t describe what you feel during this festival. However, what they first told me when I arrived is relevant to describe how my week as: “Welcome home” I was in the desert, far from my house, with people I never knew before. But then again, I felt from the deepest of my heart, this place was home for me.
