КРЫМ против US
I love the US
so much! I love visiting San Francisco, New York, Los Angeles,
Palo Alto, Santa Cruz. The 14-hour flight, post-flight customs lines,
unavoidable jet leg and uncertainty – what if I’ll be a total alien there –
nothing can stop me from flying! Once I am through customs, I walk out of the
airport, rent a car or hop in a taxi, and here I am cruising down the freeway,
excited about my amazing new life.
Yeeey! I’m in
America! Here it is – the hub of the universe!
My dad loved
Crimea so much. Perhaps, Crimea and me are the two things he loved
most in his life. Or me and Crimea. Once we covered Crimea’s whole coast on
foot. Another time, we spent about a
month in Mishor and every evening went to see the illuminated music water
fountain. In Frunzensky – whatever it’s called now – we rented the loggia of an
apartment, and once dad turned clumsily and the glass fell down from the 14th
floor. We had to pay for the broken glass to the owners. The absurdity of this
episode, perhaps, made it stick in my memory forever.
Now I love
Crimea, too. Crimea is my memory about my dad, my childhood, my
first sea experience. For me, a girl from Saint Petersburg with its cold
temperatures, a trip to the seaside meant a lot.
