Hi. i'm Kira! I really love karate and dancing. I live in beautiful Germany, there are many beautiful and fascinating places here. Love movies and TV series!

My name is Kira, and I carry my story like a quiet melody in my heart. I was born beneath wide northern skies, where the wind whispers secrets to those who listen closely. When I was younger, I have been drawn to light — in books, in people, in fleeting sunsets that paint the world gold. I move through life with gentle curiosity, collecting moments like seashells: the scent of rain, the warmth of laughter, the comfort of late-night thoughts. Words are my refuge, dreams my compass. I believe in small miracles and soft strength, in kindness that lingers longer than noise. I am still becoming — learning, wandering, and turning every step into poetry.

— Convenient backpack for traveling — A suitcase that makes you want to fly away spontaneously — Camera or instant camera — World map to mark the countries I’ve visited — Tickets to the city of my dreams — Karate training membership or class pass — High-quality karate gi (uniform) and belt — Protective gear for sparring (gloves, shin guards)

My name is Kira, and as long as I can remember, I’ve loved movement. As a younger, I could never sit still: I ran around the yard, climbed fences, and came home tired but happy. My parents joked that I belonged in a gym more than with books. I found karate when a friend invited me to a trial class. The moment I put on my kimono and stepped onto the tatami, something clicked. I loved the bows, the quiet focus, and the sense of strength and control in every motion. Since then, training has become part of my routine. I wake up early, stretch, and go to the gym in any weather. It’s not always easy, but karate taught me to stay patient, learn from setbacks, and keep moving forward.

I often think of my dreams as fragile lanterns, glowing softly in the dusk of my thoughts. I am Kira, and inside me lives a quiet ocean of hopes, deep and endless. I dream of distant cities washed in golden sunsets, of long roads where the wind tangles my hair and whispers of freedom. I long for a small house filled with light, shelves heavy with books, and mornings that smell of coffee and rain. I want to gather memories like wildflowers, pressing them gently between the pages of my life. My heart is a garden of tender wishes, and every day I water it with faith, believing that one day each delicate dream will bloom into something beautifully real