Wanderer by soul, builder by hands. I come from the mountains of Moravia, where people still fix things instead of throwing them away. I travel slow, think deep, eat well and sleep under stars when I can. Sometimes I talk a lot, sometimes I disappear into silence. Depends on the moon... or the soup. I’m not a tourist. I’m not here for the top 10 lists. I’m here for stories, firewood, laughter and people who live their truth. If you’ve got an old map, a guitar, or an extra fork – we might get along just fine.