To finally go for holidays: the sun, maybe sea. In the evening no work but party. Sometimes I am thinking, who am I actually. It is not clear to me: am I an animal? Am I working? A woman or a man? Maybe that is why I need holidays and why I think about it so much. I always fantasize that when I leave I have somehow everything permitted.
If God hides in the detail than the devil hides in the quantity. I like the minimalism of things which is the result of what I bring with myself to the holidays as well as the fact that I can be whoever I want.
Simply allow myself to be who I want to be. Now and then someone different. And then someone different yet.
To allow myself not to make the norms, have as many legs as I want, dress in what I feel like and think about flying as far away as possible. Allow myself to eat, allow myself not to smile allow myself to be okay. The fact I am who I want to be does not mean irresponsibility or arrogance, it means not to be afraid to be afraid. Simply allow myself not to be Patrik and at the same time to be Patrik. Allow myself holidays from myself...
— Anežka Bartlová