It’s likely that I forgot my discount card, which I got in buying trimmer, in the last Poznan’s hotel. I probably recall that, because I saw it at last time and I had special feeling then. That was meaning of my said “who knows”. Everything rejected to that my future, even for non-wide time, in Poland. Return in dark territories had a wonderful thing. I decided to call to my good friend Vadim, who is Philipp’s father’s uncle. We didn’t talk since I disappeared from him in November. I had somewhere disagree with his little rudeness, therefore I didn’t wish to contact with him. However, this thing was minor and after many burnt bridges with nasty people only, I shouldn’t go far away from a man who of little persons who supported and wished me the best when I thought that Polish visa was to new beginning. Vadim is incredible man by his story, artistry in making pictures through color machine as well as he prints Orthodox icons and that he is grandiose in reading people as he gave a precisely describing about me, which is a greatest compliment. He told me and said to his wife that of all people he never saw the most a man who is not on own place. I met with him on his place of job, as usual, which was in basement of construction, which used as supreme school of communism when empire was bigger. We talked and I promised in the end of meeting when we farewell in metro as usual that I will on line. I can’t do other.
I wanted wine in Thursday. I had only a bottle of Piemonte Barbera Vino Friszzante with 12%. It was given by my lovable aunt. I uncorked bottle and it sounded as champagne. It was more loudly. And champagne thing was significant problem with a drink, which wrongly calls itself as wine, but it’s champagne, which hurts to taste. It’s problem that alcohol characterizes more than grape, which taste of not of the best kind and makes to think about harvest of worst. All that kills wine, which brings to divine aftertaste made me to finish bottle instead to rid from it.
Genius has cartoon Treasure Island made in 1988 in commie land, an ethereal vision of soulful lovable Robert Louis Stevenson’s novel. David Cherkas’kiy was incredible as he was with Adventures of Captain Wrungel’. Both times he was esteem to novel, sense of humor, divine animation. I was listening La Bouche after drying of bottle. It always tragic feeling for me by that plane crash ended life of Melanie Thornton who could be great as Whitney Houston. Her demise was technical end of La Bouche, because her outlanded voice defined band. I listen for many times “Where Do You Go?” and more it was with “You Won’t Forget Me” (the biggest sadness comes with “S.O.S.”, because I perceive it in other way.). Few days ago, I listened her became only solo album “Ready to Fly” enhanced my woe about death of multifaceted talent, which I saw in her songs. Incredible texts though many about banal things of love. Similar flaw from genius The Doors, which died with Jim Morrison by becoming unexciting with music and that was with texts after that while the last album was using of soloist records and I didn’t complete it in listening.
