For a while now, I haven't been thinking of Russia. I wanted to keep it as a memory, but I have to say, melancholia has come around. I have both good and bad memories. Moscow, was probably a harsh experience for me on so many levels...But life teaches you both good and bad, the actual challenge in life it to face the problems and try to survive. Here are some glimpses of my past, not a very distant one, but a past I am learning to accept and understand its teachings.
There is no past, there is no future. There is only now.
Memories and experiences build the person you are.
Each corner of my mind, has an image. That same image holds thousands of sensations, thoughts and flashbacks...I can't recall how many times I walked through those streets. How many times I looked up to see the buildings. How many times I saw exactly the same thing.
I never truly paid attention to all. I should have.
I practically walked pass Lenin every single day. I stood there staring at that colossal statue, daily. Watching skaters doing acrobats under your feet, jumping and running. As I walked my beloved dog. He who passed away in Moscow.
In my life, I never ever did I think that I would be so close to the KGB headquarters! :S
Time flies. And I left you more than 8 months ago. Just now, I learned to appreciate you.
I can only say thank you. For the people I've met and the places I've been.
