Recently, I was late for a lecture again. I ran into a cafe, bought coffee and a croissant, and got into a taxi with a feeling of victory. I decided to repeat the theorem while driving and concentrated so much that when I got out at the university, the coffee and croissant were left in the car. The taxi left, and I was left empty-handed and with an equation in my head. I stood there and laughed. Maybe even the universe decided to test my sense of humor. Well, even so, if I know how to waste breakfast, at least I do it with Parisian charm.

I love making a wishlist. Not because I want everything at once, but because I like to dream beautifully. For me, each item is like a formula of pleasure where there is a little luxury, a little fantasy and a little bit of irony. You can't do without a Dior mini handbag, because where can you put lip gloss and self-confidence? I would add Chanel ballet flats, they are as light as a morning in the Manger. I also want a rare edition of Euclid's Principles, because even ancient mathematics can be dazzlingly elegant. Next to it is Dante's “Divine Comedy” in a leather cover, to sometimes remember that eternity begins with a book. Let's have a Hermès silk scarf so that the wind plays with me and not the other way around. The Mikimoto pearl jewelry is just to add a little sparkle to the day. And of course, a Diptyque “Roses” candle to make the room smell like spring, even in November. And in the last place are tickets to Venice.After all, dreams need to be packaged beautifully, right?

Hi, I'm Nella. I'm eighteen, I'm from Paris, and I'm hopelessly in love with exact sciences. Math for me is like flirting, a bit of a game, a bit of a challenge, and a lot of fun. When I solve a difficult problem, I feel almost like a magician, but instead of spells, I have formulas and coffee. I love expensive gifts, beautiful books, rare jewelry and flowers in crystal vases. One day I dream of riding along the canals of Venice in a white dress with a glass of prosecco and thinking about how beautifully add up to the harmony of life.

My dream is Venice. Sometimes I close my eyes and I can hear the water whispering under the wooden bridges, the gondola floating softly and the sun reflecting in the waves so that it seems as if everything around is made of gold. I imagine sitting in a boat, with a glass of prosecco in my hands, my hair slightly ruffled by the wind, and around me only the sky, the water, and I am free, light, like a formula in which everything finally came together. It seems to me that everything in Venice breathes love of life, as if the very air knows that every moment is a miracle. When I think about Venice, everything inside becomes quiet and clear. I know that one day I will go there. And maybe I'll laugh at myself, remembering how I once lost croissants and was late for lectures. The main thing is not to rush, dreams also like to be lived beautifully..

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