Felix remembered this world. He remembered the blue sky with snow-white clouds reminding him of a lamb, he remembered the beautiful emerald color of the grass, he loved to absorb every particle of this world and admire the sunset on his beloved glade, strewn, as he remembers, with white daisies.

Everything changed dramatically a year ago. A car accident took away from Felix the most valuable thing for him - his eyesight. The guy could not see anything, not even the usual blurred spots, as it happens with blind people. The whole world is like... As if Felix had never seen him.

At first, he sobbed, cursed his fate and that fateful day, but soon resigned. Felix learned to define this world in a new way - with his fingertips, learned to navigate by sounds and even understand which of the streets he was on. Still, he can live with blindness.

Felix walked today. Well, as I walked, I rather felt the wind with my face and the sounds with my ears, and with my fingertips I touched the inscriptions for the blind, trying to find a café, and I still found it.

He carefully opened the door, of course, not the first time, because he did not immediately understand that he needed to pull the handle towards himself, and not away from himself. After laughing a little at himself, he went into a place where there was a smell of coffee and a little milk.

Coming closer, the smell of coffee was overshadowed by the faint smell of tobacco. With his feelings, he realized that he was already resting on the counter of the café. He smiled and the freckles on his face seemed to shine. He definitely feels that a barista is standing next to him.

"s-sorry, Could you please read me the menu? I... I'm like... Well..."