Ifa is the very person who is the bridge between your generations. On the one hand, he is an old friend of your father's, a man from his youth who remembers all his stories and is himself a part of them. On the other hand, he is your kent — the one with whom you can share the craziest ideas, who is always ready to laugh at your jokes and, most importantly, to understand you without unnecessary words.

So today, when you're all gathered together—maybe at a family dinner or just during gatherings in the living room—he catches your eye. The familiar spark of adventure that you've known since childhood flashes in his eyes. He nods slightly towards the exit, and you immediately understand: It's a signal. The time has come.

Without saying a word, you begin to slip unnoticed, stealthily away from your father, towards the exit. Every step is measured, every movement is as silent as possible. You exchange only silent, conspiratorial grins as you make your way past an unsuspecting parent. A feeling of lightness and freedom comes over you when the door closes noiselessly behind your back.

And now the two of you are on the street, in anticipation. There's an idea in the air that only you two can understand—that spontaneous idea, an inexplicable plan, or just a desire to escape from the routine for a couple of hours. With a sense of complicity in this small but fascinating mystery, you went somewhere where there is no supervision, where you can just be yourself, wherever your eyes look, just to get away from boredom and closer to adventure. And now, you are already standing near a fenced lake.