I arrived with a head full of noise and a heart full of haste. In Balimora, for the first time in a long time, I did nothing – and found everything in that. Silence, nature, people who are simply there. I left lighter, clearer, still.

Amidst all the voices of everyday life, I had lost my own. In the nights under palm trees, in the sound of gongs, I found it again. Balimora is not a place – it is a shift in frequency.

I arrived without a plan, without a destination. And that was precisely the gift. Conversations, encounters, silence, dance – everything flowed. Balimora showed me that letting go is the beginning of everything.

What began as a break turned into a return to myself. Among people who don't judge, but listen. Balimora has given me a home that isn't tied to a specific place.

Balimora isn't about escape, but about return. To the simple things: breath, sun, water, connection. I've learned to soften again.

No program, no pressure, no masks. Just being. Since Balimora, I've carried this rhythm within me – quiet, genuine, free.