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It happens, some kind happening becomes the starting point of your new world, your new road, it gives the seemingly impossible and impracticable and changes you by 100%. You were one person, but subsequently you became another, you were a bud - you became a flower, you were a doll, you became a butterfly. And such a starting point in my life was my first trip abroad. It was Greece. Hellas. The country of the Ancient Gods, the country of Troy, Hercules, Achilles, the country of insanely beautiful sea, captivating sunrises and bewitching sunsets. A country of amazingly handsome men, who sing heartbreaking songs about love, live to 80 year, teat olive oil and pistachios, octopuses that dry in the sun near a tavern on a hanger, like things) This is a country of sincere kind people, who unselfishly share their happiness with you and learn to enjoy becose of life, sunlight and fresh sea air. I cann’t convey in words, what kind of impression Greece made on me, because it is impossible to convey in words, it can only be felt with your heart. But I can say for sure, that the island of Tassos, the greenest island with waterfalls, serpentine and azure beaches, has become for me a doctor and a psychologist for the soul. I, a simple girl from Ukraine, have made soul-rich friends in Greece, who after 6 years remain my friends. These are rich and poor people, young and old, a handsome dumb guy from a museum in the mountains and the most beautiful Greek girl, who plays in a Russian-speaking ancient theater. I will never forget Dimitris Sevastos, whom we considered Don Carleone of this island, who in the evenings drove the most expensive car, and in the mornings drove a broken fuel truck. I will not forget how he, a 58-year-old businessman, drove in a car and sang Greek songs and how he cried by the pool of our hotel, when my friends and I left for Ukraine. As he wondered to us on the coffee grounds. And I will not forget how the two owners of the hotel, busy people, showed us their island, each stone, church or bay. They said: "WE WANT , THAT YOU TO LOVE GREECE, AS WE LOVE IT". Since then I have been to Greece 4 times, and this is almost my second homeland. In Ukraine my frends call me Greek-girls. And I'm glad about this surname. After Greece, I was born a second time.