No pictures in this tale. Just a sentimental musings...
I lived in Oskemen for only 14 years of my life. But the best ones. Years when the first friendships and loves take roots…I had friends. For some time I’ve been thinking of the words to say about them and couldn’t come up with any. These friends worth much more then the ordinary words can express. And I leave it at that. They are just Childhood Friends.
As I told before, we had a team of few girls that shared interest, love and passion for the historical adventures into the past times. Musketeers, noble knights and fair ladies transformed our minds, pulled us out of reality and into the dreams and also made us so close to each other. Times gone…we’ve been scattered around the globe and became an average undreamers…I was the first one to go away and never come back; the other one found her home in Israel; one moved to Moscow; we’ve lost the tracks of one of us long time ago; the rest managing their lives locally…for better or worse, that remains in question…I must say that it made me sad in realisation of what staying on the same place might do to you. And I mean not just geographical place. One became the successful business woman with the loneliness in her eyes and longing for simple human feelings. One took up the commercial route and now counting losses financially and spiritually. The carrier of one went the interesting way along the alley of red lights. I love her to bits; she is the only one of us who managed to preserve her kindness to the world despite of being in the profession that is famous for transforming people into sarcastic heartless being. And I’ve already mentioned the actress, that gets to live her childhood dream…
So…what have happened to us all in the end??? Where all the bright minds, hopeful hearts and rainbow dreams gone? We talked about how we used to discuss our dreams and how we wanted to see ourselves when grow up…we recalled that little sweet things what we used to imagine of our future…It was a sad sentimental journey…in fact, the sentiment made me aware that my beautiful childhood memory is just what it is – a memory left in the old photo album…from time to time I would take it out, shake the dust off the cover and let my fingers run through the pages and my emotions – through the memories of great moments of togetherness…but I can never live it again…the memories faded and lost their colours. The events engraved into photographs no longer have the meanings that they used to have for younger us.
Years gone and left each of us with the luggage of personal belongings. Interesting how we meet and talk and the talks swirled around about the past, not the present. In a sense none of us was interested in what we did with our lives and how we do it. We were more keen to re-live the moments of what was then...All that happened was a gathering of the faded memories…shadows of the past summoned together by the strange disturbance in the air…
I lived in Oskemen for only 14 years of my life. But the best ones. Years when the first friendships and loves take roots…I had friends. For some time I’ve been thinking of the words to say about them and couldn’t come up with any. These friends worth much more then the ordinary words can express. And I leave it at that. They are just Childhood Friends.
As I told before, we had a team of few girls that shared interest, love and passion for the historical adventures into the past times. Musketeers, noble knights and fair ladies transformed our minds, pulled us out of reality and into the dreams and also made us so close to each other. Times gone…we’ve been scattered around the globe and became an average undreamers…I was the first one to go away and never come back; the other one found her home in Israel; one moved to Moscow; we’ve lost the tracks of one of us long time ago; the rest managing their lives locally…for better or worse, that remains in question…I must say that it made me sad in realisation of what staying on the same place might do to you. And I mean not just geographical place. One became the successful business woman with the loneliness in her eyes and longing for simple human feelings. One took up the commercial route and now counting losses financially and spiritually. The carrier of one went the interesting way along the alley of red lights. I love her to bits; she is the only one of us who managed to preserve her kindness to the world despite of being in the profession that is famous for transforming people into sarcastic heartless being. And I’ve already mentioned the actress, that gets to live her childhood dream…
So…what have happened to us all in the end??? Where all the bright minds, hopeful hearts and rainbow dreams gone? We talked about how we used to discuss our dreams and how we wanted to see ourselves when grow up…we recalled that little sweet things what we used to imagine of our future…It was a sad sentimental journey…in fact, the sentiment made me aware that my beautiful childhood memory is just what it is – a memory left in the old photo album…from time to time I would take it out, shake the dust off the cover and let my fingers run through the pages and my emotions – through the memories of great moments of togetherness…but I can never live it again…the memories faded and lost their colours. The events engraved into photographs no longer have the meanings that they used to have for younger us.
Years gone and left each of us with the luggage of personal belongings. Interesting how we meet and talk and the talks swirled around about the past, not the present. In a sense none of us was interested in what we did with our lives and how we do it. We were more keen to re-live the moments of what was then...All that happened was a gathering of the faded memories…shadows of the past summoned together by the strange disturbance in the air…