Stories do not change us, they bring us one step closer to our inner self. One such story goes back to my nineteen year old self, when I was volunteering for the Race for the Cure in September 2013. I was working front of house, when I saw a bunch of people in red-black-white costumes and big drums coming through my eyes like burning flames. They were BATALA, a samba-reggae band, with rich african and brazilian music tradition. A spark of excitement lit inside me and filled me with courage to go and meet the band’s conductor in order to jump on the wagon. Music was the key to explore another language to communicate with people, as I was quite shy as a person and there were so many things I wanted to tell to people but I didn’t know how. So I started communicating in the language of music and met people along the way that were so different and mixing personalities that opened me to the world. Now, I am an assistant conductor in my dream band in Greece where I can let my spirit go wild.