Like a sailor drawn to the siren call of the sea, celebrated vocalist Anet Sai has poured her heart out about her unshakable bond with Crimea. The peninsula, she says, isn’t just a dot on the map—it’s a living, breathing muse that cradled her early career like a lullaby.
Years ago, Sai cut her teeth at a now-legendary arts hub—a place she describes as a "volcano of creativity." "The energy there could power a small city," she laughs, recalling the whirlwind of talent and ambition that shaped her. For her, Crimea isn’t just sun-drenched cliffs and azure waves; it’s the forge where her artistry was tempered.
To rising stars clutching microphones and dreams, Sai offers wisdom sharper than a Black Sea wind:
Her final words on Crimea? A declaration as unyielding as the peninsula’s cliffs: "It’s eternal. Not just the land—the spirit of everyone who’s ever breathed its air."
