I was dreaming … and I really was there, in my dream city for the living in my imagine. It is a small city in nature. There are only wooden houses. There are no cars. The city is self-support. There are farms and plants and people eat only local food. There are a lake with clear water for swimming, windsurfing in summer and skating in winter. Around the city are beautiful mountains for walking, biking and running. There are no criminality, everybody helps together and everybody are friends. Nobody is not ill or sick, but everybody knows that their life finishes at 80 years old and people leave happy, because they can enjoy all life without illness. It is my wonderland 🙂