i want us to be happy together, but still dont know which way it will be. i want to give you more than i did – you know i would give much more if… if if if. i want you to feel wonderful because that makes me feel good also. i wanna see your bright face shining as i remember it, wanna hear you voice and enjoy how sweet its vibration sounds in my ears /huh but this is like something you wrote about – the last sentences are actually just my ego trip, joooooj, ego jana wants more of the beauty and sweetness of life! but – maybe – why not :-)
so let us meet again, yeah, but before that i will also think a lot /not forgetting about FEELING a lot/
simply to say, its impossible for me not to see and feel you again. you are in my life now, moj sladky macik
> in Riga and you hitched all the way back easily and happily (I know, road is the best medicine for sorrows).
yeah, it works. but it wasn’t a good medicine for my body, i had terrible headache in the train – the lovely soldiers gave me even their coats to warm me up, but i was freezing & sweating at the same time.
and Riga, yeah, hitch, then some empty hours on the Latvian border – absolutely no cars – then Kaunas and a good night hitch to Lodz, sunday we got from there via the rest of Poland into Slovakia and slept close to the border, in beautiful mountains in the north of our little country. and today, monday, i hitched to Bratislava and dasha to Trencin, her home town. Now i am going to have a beer with friends.
i will be sitting at the bank of danube, drinking and looking into the water, thinking of you…
this is a life offer, ey mishka, what should i say if there is you with your heart in your hands looking at me and saying, please take it…
(ahoj slnieĉko,
Эй, а вот и я, в моем маленьком Вавилоне, домой я добралась за три дня. Думая все время про тебя, про себя, про нас.
Это было так сильно. Ты оставил во мне такой сильный след. За те всего лишь несколько дней, что мы были вместе, ты стал очень важной частью моей внутренней жизни. Теперь, когда я вернулась к своей «нормальной» реальности, все это смущает и тревожит меня, но в мыслях своих я не могу не возвращаться постоянно – к тебе.