It happened 25 years ago…(geez, I can’t believe I am THAT old?!!!) but to think of it, as long as I don’t FEEL old, I am never old, right?...so 25 years ago we all graduated school and went away each – their own way. I’ve been contemplating writing about my happy childhood, fantastic school years, still the best times of my entire life…but then, who really cares about games we played, friends we made, things we were inspired by…the main thing is that it was truly the happiest time of my life and the proof of it is that today, after 25 years I still love my friends and they still love me and we met as if there were never all those years between…
My vacation was split in two parts…I arrived to Moscow and that was the place where few of the former classmates arranged to meet to celebrate the quarter of the century of our graduation…I planned to spend in Moscow one week, but apart from the time of my flight’s arrival and the time of departure of my train taking me to parents I had very little idea of what I’m going to do and where I’m going to stay…all happenned spontaneously and I have to say this was the best adventure I have had in ages! we simply didn't know where we will go next day, everything was happenning as the time comes to it...we made plans, changed plans, arranged and cancelled, the random nature of the time spent in Moscow was the most exciting side of it...I must admit, I felt a bit apprehensive about seeing people whom I haven’t seen for so long…we all have our separate lives, interests, hardships and different luck…it was such a wonder that when we saw each other first time, we recognised the others instantly! and we still had so much to share!!! I would say: no one has changed at all, but then I might be fooled by my own memories…still – people looked the same way as I remember them…perhaps, few wrinkles around the eyes…but the familiar feeling of being surrounded with the people you used to trust and who takes you for what you are without expectations, made it so easy to be with them...mostly it was only when we started to talk about our kids, that when the realisation of the time kicked in…our kids are now the ones who graduated their school and somehow this doesn't feel right, as we certainly felt being fresh graduates ourselves at that moment! ...I can go on and on with sentiments, but I think I said enough. I just wanted to record this fact to the history that years don’t do much to the ones we love. And true friends will be friends even if they are like musketeers, only meet 20, 30 years after…
The time I’ve spend with my friends in Moscow and about was a fantastic time…not only we met once and spent a day and a sleepless night in talks and talks and talks…we also walk around Moscow, those who live there, showed me and few other friends who came for reunion from other cities, their favourite sites and it was twice as precious memories because we shared them together. Personally I’m not very keen on Moscow – being a St-Petersburg’s breed; I have little fancy for the capital. This goes back in history and not worth elaborating, and also this time it felt even more then any previous times I’ve been there before – it is a very spiritually heavy place…as you walk the streets, you can feel inner alienation of the people around…but perhaps, my judgement is simply too preconceived here…
In any ways whatever I felt and what I’ve seen should be looked at separately, for the views of Russian Capital are the ones to be admired with, so I guess, I’d better start sharing.
More to come…
My vacation was split in two parts…I arrived to Moscow and that was the place where few of the former classmates arranged to meet to celebrate the quarter of the century of our graduation…I planned to spend in Moscow one week, but apart from the time of my flight’s arrival and the time of departure of my train taking me to parents I had very little idea of what I’m going to do and where I’m going to stay…all happenned spontaneously and I have to say this was the best adventure I have had in ages! we simply didn't know where we will go next day, everything was happenning as the time comes to it...we made plans, changed plans, arranged and cancelled, the random nature of the time spent in Moscow was the most exciting side of it...I must admit, I felt a bit apprehensive about seeing people whom I haven’t seen for so long…we all have our separate lives, interests, hardships and different luck…it was such a wonder that when we saw each other first time, we recognised the others instantly! and we still had so much to share!!! I would say: no one has changed at all, but then I might be fooled by my own memories…still – people looked the same way as I remember them…perhaps, few wrinkles around the eyes…but the familiar feeling of being surrounded with the people you used to trust and who takes you for what you are without expectations, made it so easy to be with them...mostly it was only when we started to talk about our kids, that when the realisation of the time kicked in…our kids are now the ones who graduated their school and somehow this doesn't feel right, as we certainly felt being fresh graduates ourselves at that moment! ...I can go on and on with sentiments, but I think I said enough. I just wanted to record this fact to the history that years don’t do much to the ones we love. And true friends will be friends even if they are like musketeers, only meet 20, 30 years after…
The time I’ve spend with my friends in Moscow and about was a fantastic time…not only we met once and spent a day and a sleepless night in talks and talks and talks…we also walk around Moscow, those who live there, showed me and few other friends who came for reunion from other cities, their favourite sites and it was twice as precious memories because we shared them together. Personally I’m not very keen on Moscow – being a St-Petersburg’s breed; I have little fancy for the capital. This goes back in history and not worth elaborating, and also this time it felt even more then any previous times I’ve been there before – it is a very spiritually heavy place…as you walk the streets, you can feel inner alienation of the people around…but perhaps, my judgement is simply too preconceived here…
In any ways whatever I felt and what I’ve seen should be looked at separately, for the views of Russian Capital are the ones to be admired with, so I guess, I’d better start sharing.
More to come…