Mr.Almost

December 15th
I hear distinctly, I feel my plane landing gradually. I look at the closed window stretching the last moment. Only a week ago I was no more than unsatisfied with the reality copywriter giving pretty good tips after four glasses of unchilfiltered. But there's no fear - I'm just a child expecting for unexpected surprise. And in this battle of expectations only insight, logic and resignation paled up together are able to satisfy the boy squirming in his leather chair.

April 25th

Free Friday passed in the best way. I'm sitting on a stair near our bamboo house trying to figure out who and when turned to this road. The horizon line of Japhe’s night is a verge between the sky and the hill twinkling with lights imitating the stars. Alcohol removed differences making me feel this moment of oblivion.

Who has decided, who has thought up my way? How did I appear among these people? Mexico, Italy, France, Greece, USA, Russia, Belarus, Poland, Malaysia... At the moment our borders are no more than thin bamboo chips dividing the rooms.

Tomorrow I'm leaving to Kathmandu for a week. But I hate abandoning children, workers, guys, everybody. I hate losing breakfast jokes, or Nepali lessons by our "commandos" during the lunch, or the habit of evening immersion into our little pool near the waterfall. I want to listen to stories from all over the world near the lamp attacked by the biggest night butterflies I've ever seen. I want to take it all away with me. To take the hammer, and these stones, the shovels, even all the dusty clothes and dirty talks, morning "brrrreakfast!", evening "Buenas noches", all crazy ideas and beautiful quotations, hours of math teacher work, minutes of children joy about their victories, minutes of recognizing friends in people surrounding you and seconds when you close your eyes to believe that it's not a dream.

My way here took me enough time, much more than these three months. But during these months, fate prepared me for this amount of events I'd like to keep in my memory forever; prepared me to feel kindness of innocent people and to meet people who have chosen kindness for the part of life plan; prepared, I believe, a measure for all my further acts. Fore it's just the beginning.



It's not a whole story (also, i wrote about the India in this story). If you want, i can send it to you, and you'll read whole story. Sorry for that.