Summer of Saint Martin was a common calling in France of period known as Indian summer in English-language countries, because it was different in regions by time and name of French saint. Joe Dassin in 1975 sings cover of song “Africa”, which title is “L’ete indien”, Indian summer in French. Popularity of melody brings to using of that definition, whose precisely origin isn’t known and first comes from artist John James Audubon described that time “extraordinary Phenomenon of North America” in own journal in November 20, 1820.
I went in that period in one town on the east. I didn’t drink since September 15. It was one glass of Teacher’s. It was so long ago. Although I didn’t intend to interrupt my drinking hiatus (do you like this word count?). It suddenly became with appeared a reserving opportunity on applying on pass to the West. Registration became impossible in the last months by solo sitting at a computer. I said to those people who could do it that I am ready to move anywhere (moreover, no one of places isn’t far away.) and they can schedule an appointment in any city. And chosen variant of pass for political reasons has a personal basis and I actually under attention now.
I’ve got a call on the next day. I agreed with offered date on the next week. Movement in almost two hundred fifty kilometers was in town where are living my uncle and aunt with whom I had meeting one and half month ago. It would be the dirtiness impoliteness to visit without a bottle. I picked up 2019 Tenute Rossetti Chianti with 12,5%, which requires 0,5% more for a good wine, and went to the east.
Three years old, but it gets through in maturity. You can think about acid when you will never have it in drinking. Solid in sniffing, using and aftertaste. Getting of little bigger than can assume from this young wine. I would keep it’s Chianti longer. The bottle wasn’t emptied in that evening. I easily could dry it alone, but I felt that I don’t need else. Later my uncle invited to his room and I’ve listened neverheard interesting songs played on two big speakers as it was Firth of Fifth from Genesis under Peter Gabriel, which performed a progressive rock. Music and combination of instruments of this song were about me in that time before I went to sleep.
I directed to appointment building with help of a car, which drove my uncle, and some distance was by my two feet. Two asking, which the first was for getting to know that I walk on the wrong way and the second for preciseness. I’ve came to places of the past. I see that I constantly visit them recently. Not so far was an apartment house where my grandparents lived. I never threw a sight by wanting to save in memory as I saw at the last time. I had a story in a meeting location. Maybe, it was in nineties. Then when it was an abandoned barrack. I with two younger yard guys entered to there for observation and soon we met a settled man, who must be was an alcoholic. He said something unhappy while his presence made us to run away from there. The history didn’t give an opportunity to meet again with that amazing man. In this time I wasn’t going to… I know it sounds stupid. I almost walked around for find an entrance and not a big time later I left that building with optimistic mood. The documents were accepted for the first time since March. Approximately two weeks for truth. I returned to a house and the rest of wine was poured into a glass. It was kind of victory.