Surfer's dream. The history of writing this picture is unusual, so I want to make a digression. Until I was thirty years old, I was afraid to swim in deep water, only where you could stand up at any moment. This fear is inexplicable, from birth. For many years I learned to overcome my fear and won, but somewhere deep down, I'm still afraid. This picture is part of my personal struggle with fears. All my life I have lived near the sea. I was born in Riga, I spent all my childhood and youth on the beaches of Jurmala. Since the 91st year I have been living in Israel, and constantly, at least once a week, we go to the beach, play volleyball and just admire the purest, turquoise, warm water and listen to the rustle of the surf. This wave is fascinating and frightening, only now it is the dream of a person who has learned to ride, curb, this all-consuming element. And yet, no matter how scary it is in the tunnel, at the end of it you will find light and freedom. The victory of the spirit and the happiness of freedom.