Family conversations at dinner
In the summer I used to go to the country where my granny lived. It is one of the thousands of little villages with rear buses and no entertainment but a church and household chores. The oldest villagers thoroughly hold the census of the decreasing population and the not numerous youth fix meetings at the one and only shop with a limited assortment.
I always stop to listen to street musicians. There is much truth in their singing. I can hear the considerable experience in their music. I also wanted to become a busker sometime. Just imagine this life. Infinite traveling, new places, and stories with your favorite instrument by your side.
I like accidental encounters. I love bumping into someone I know in the street, in a bar, in a supermarket. At this point, I don’t expect to see them, so I am surprised. We touch base with them, agree to meet anytime soon, but then we certainly don’t – it’s just what the ceremony demands. But that is not the point.
Is your book autobiographical? – one of the most popular questions asked by readers. And yet – one of those questions that do not have an unambiguous answer. For example, is my story “The Man with My Name” autobiographical?
Your plans are meaningless. You will have to adapt to new situations, to change priorities, and to realize that your view of the world does not correspond to reality despite your attempts to see it the way you desire. However, you actually will make peace with this.
I wrote a short story of the same name, where I outlined my attitude to life and its various aspects, my perception of myself, and a list of things I was obliged to do.
Here is my short list:
1. Learn at least one new thing every day, and you will feel your day wasn’t wasted.
1. Always be honest! Only tell the truth.
2. Treat everyone equally.
3. Respect the freedom of another person and do not impose your opinions. Be thankful if someone helps. Their help is not an obligation, but a gift.
This year is special because it closes my third decade. This time is enough to know who you are and what things cost. This time is also enough to compile a long list of failures so that your ambitiousness bombards you with complaints and accusations.
Why didn’t I come here earlier? – the first thought in the capital of France. I think our acquaintance would have made significant adjustments in my life. Still, this visit has also left deep impressions.
I take my coffee to go. The setting is San Francisco, Union Square. The university is just 10 minutes away. I usually spend time with my thoughts, pondering over the options of what to do next in life, what to devote myself to, and where those choices can lead me.
