There are countries and cities in which you fall in love with your soul. You objectively understand that there are not quite good living conditions or, for example, there are big economic problems in that certain country. However there are small details that can touch your heart easily. It can be local cuisine’s aromas coming from the open windows of houses, a warm conversation with a taxi driver, amazing flavor of architecture or just local women national dresses’ bright colors. This time my central travel destination was Singapore. Due to visa issues Singapore opened its doors for me for 96 hours. I had exactly 4 days to explore it and then spend another 4 days in Malaysia. While a person falls in love he puts his hands onto his heart and feels the energy. Singapore is not love, it is a breakthrough of human civilization. It is someone’s very bold fantasy embodied in reality. Singapore is a tiny piece of land on which all the accumulated knowledge of man’s harmonious proximity and nature were mixed and implemented in a large-scale successful project. Ordinary tourist focuses his insatiable glance only on obvious attractive things losing sight of the most interesting thing - grain, which is the fundamental part of today's Singapore. So what is the gain of Singapore? Yes, it’s about its people. They do not create anything brilliant or complex during their ordinary day, they just do everything well. They take out the trash (and just not litter), they are too friendly towards each other, polite to strangers and their problems, and, the most important feature – everyone does their job in an absolutely honest and admirable way. I saw the combination of these seemingly ordinary factors that became the basis for the formation of this country filled with cleanliness, high living standards and service, incredible buildings, stunning parks and architectural masterpieces. Sincere indifference to each other is another indicator of a harmonious society. It was great pleasure to notice how strangers of different nationalities and religions take care of each other. I witnessed how a man politely ordered a cup of fresh juice and was asked by the cashier whether everything was fine with him. The reason was the guy made his order without a “smile” which followed by: “you are not smiling during your order and now I am also in a bad mood. How am I going to work without a great mood, come on, let’s smile together.” Love towards their life, themselves and each other melted my heart and proved that the success of the country depends not only on the actions of politicians but also ourselves. 10 hours later, I was sitting in McDonald's in the center of Kuala Lumpur and crying. That night, in order to get to my hotel, I had to jump through a puddle of rotten fruit, step over the mountains of garbage and turn away from drug addicts who injected the dose directly on one of the main streets of the city. Poverty is not a wallet condition, it is a psychological diagnosis. In order to be polite, clean up the trash or be honest, we do not need to be rich. We just need to be caring, need to love ourselves, our life and each other. There were a lot of great tourist spots in Kuala Lumpur but I want to tell you about the emotional portrait that I got during my stay. For me, Malaysia is an amazing beauty of mehndi, the roar of scooters, men’s eyes besotted with cigarettes, the singing of a muezzin in mosques, street vendors, rich cuisine and dozens of street monkeys, its suffocating heat and juicy palm trees, its street musicians and absolutely sudden rains. In those 192 hours, my world has been turned upside down twice. Having visited only two neighboring countries, I experienced an incredible palette of emotions and impressions. Before that, I visited 13 countries, then 4 more, however there is no day that I lived without that trip’s memories in my mind. Why? The answer is quite simple. The first 96 hours “captured”, touched my mind, another 96 hours - my heart.