I love the class I learn from.
I'm so dear to our class. When I walk the threshold, it seems that everything around me smiles: the paintings on the walls, the doors and windows in the white borders, the red flowers of the bites in the pots.
From the wall on the right it urges you to travel a brightly coloured map. Through the three large, tall windows, the bright rays of the sun are born. A breeze of wind gently inflate the white and clean curtains, embroidered on the edges with red, light gray and black threads
