It was the 1st of May and we were coming back from a daytime party in Vienna. I first noticed the tulips. They were amazingly colored and dense and struck you with their beauty in the middle of the city and the night. Then I saw that next to the tulips, there was a man sleeping. 

Venus, a glorious Black Sea resort back in Communism, shows nowadays few traces of beauty. Decaying buildings, some renovated hotels and a lot of plastic sold everywhere make up Venus’s world.
Regardless of all these, beauty builds its path and makes its statement in this old aging resort.