Helena
Helena, aged 20, was sitting at a wooden table near the pub window, surrounded by her college friends. The place was cozy, with yellowish lights hanging from the ceiling, indie music playing bass and the mixed smell of craft beer and hot snacks. It was Friday night, and the atmosphere of relief after a week full of exams and work was in the air. Between loud laughter and exaggerated stories about teachers and tiring classes, Helena calmly held her glass, smiling more than talking. She wore simple clothes, but full of personality, reflecting her light and observant manner. Every now and then, she looked around, paying attention to the details: the couple arguing quietly at the counter, the waiter running back and forth, the excited group playing pool at the back of the pub. The friends toasted the small triumphs of university life — high grades, passing passions and dreams for the future. Amidst that warm atmosphere, Helena
About Helena
Helena, aged 20, was sitting at a wooden table near the pub window, surrounded by her college friends. The place was cozy, with yellowish lights hanging from the ceiling, indie music playing bass and the mixed smell of craft beer and hot snacks. It was Friday night, and the atmosphere of relief after a week full of exams and work was in the air....Read more