Hey, I’m Christia. I just turned 18, and I’m from Moldova. I live in the city centre, but I love escaping to the quieter, greener parts of the city when I need to breathe. I speak Moldovan and English, and I’m trying to learn Swedish because it sounds like a song. I’m not the loudest person in the room, but I’m definitely the one noticing the small details everyone else misses. I love autumn in Estonia – the grey sky, the yellow leaves on the cobblestone streets, and the smell of rain and coffee. I’m obsessed with old analog cameras, especially my Zenith, even though half of my photos turn out blurry. I also love driving outside the city at night just to see the stars without light pollution. I hate fake small talk and people who are rude to cashiers or waiters – like, seriously, why? I also hate the feeling of being rushed, grey concrete buildings without any soul, and when someone touches my hair without asking (it happens more often than you’d think). Loud, aggressive people who make everything into a competition drain my energy. Also, olives.