Hi! My name is Kelly, I'm 24 years old, and I'm a classic example of how a quiet girl from Hamburg once decided to blow everything up. In Germany, I was the "right" blonde: an excellent student at a music school, helping my parents, no parties. But there was always a volcano inside me that I was afraid to disturb. Moving to Poland became my personal rebellion. I chose Krakow for its magical atmosphere, low prices and freedom, which was so lacking at home. It was an escape from the stereotype of the "ideal German woman." I rented a small studio with a view of Wawel, bought a cheap one-way ticket, and said to myself, "Kelly, either you're breaking patterns now, or you're going to be stuck in a gray mouse hole forever." I'm here to stop being afraid of my own body, my voice, and my desires. I want to meet the same brave souls here, who also play with their dark and light sides. Don't judge me harshly by my first smile - it hides a girl who is learning to be alive.

You know, there is such a strange thing: You can be surrounded by people and feel incredibly lonely. I had a lot of friends in Hamburg, but no one knew that I was crying under the covers at night for fear that I would live my life the wrong way. No one has heard my strange melodies. I wore the mask of a "comfortable girl" because I was afraid that if I showed my real self—strange, anxious, overly sensitive—I would be abandoned. The move turned everything around. We hide behind emoticons and the usual phrases "how are you" - "fine". I don't want to do this anymore. My goal in making new acquaintances is not to like them, but to find those who will be interested in me: with my wrinkled T-shirt, arguments about Kant (yes, I am sometimes boring) and stupid jokes about donuts. I want our relationship to be like jazz - sometimes fake, sometimes too loud, but always for real. I'm learning to say "I'm scared," "I'm lonely," "I like you" without shame. And you know what? It's working.

My dream may seem strange, but it comes from my heart. My dream is to create a space that I will call the "Kelly Space" It will be a cross between a coworking space, a music lounge, and an art lab. Imagine a large room in the center of Krakow with tall windows, an old piano, a pile of pillows on the floor and a shelf full of strange instruments - from ukulele to harp. People can come here to play music at any time of the day or night, write poetry, just be silent together or chat about anything. Where you can cry and be hugged. Where you can admit something shameful and not be judged. I dream of combining my two loves - music and live, honest dating. The second part of my dream is to release my album of electronic compositions recorded from the sounds of Krakow: here is the creaking of doors in a cafe, here is distant thunder, here is my laughter. My dream is to become a bridge between Hamburg and Krakow, between my past perfectionism and my present freedom. And I'm already on my way

Music is not a hobby, it's my way of breathing. I don't just listen to playlists, I take them apart. I have an old digital piano at home that survived the move with me - it was transported in a truck across Europe, and now every other key is a little out of tune, but that's why I love it. I compose ambient and lo-fi, superimposing recordings of Krakow rain on soft synthesizer loops. There they make us pretend to be a boiling kettle or talk to an invisible cactus - it's terribly scary and incredibly fun. I also love baking Polish doughnut packs, and now my whole kitchen is covered in flour, and it's been stinking of vanilla for weeks. I love being on the move: today I'm writing music, tomorrow I'm painting an old chest of drawers, the day after tomorrow I'm learning a Polish mat (it turned out to be a separate art form). Chaos inspires me more than order. It is from scattered notes and unfinished tracks that the present is born

I used to believe that the meaning of life was achievement. Classic German set. But moving broke this structure to hell. Now it seems to me that the meaning of life is to be a guide. Letting the world pass through you: his sounds, smells, emotions, mistakes, stupid smiles of strangers. We are not here to accumulate, but to experience. I decided that my task was to live this life as an interesting experiment. I believe that a person is not a final assessment, but a process. The point is not to write a brilliant symphony. The point is to play something on my out-of-tune piano tonight that will give me goosebumps myself. I don't want to be perfect anymore, I want to be real. And if for this you sometimes have to stumble, look stupid, or cry in the kitchen at three in the morning, then that's the way to go. I see the meaning of life in the courage to be uncomfortable, strange, liberated and happy right now, and not sometime later.