Growing up in the states I had a picture of how "they" were, you know, over there. The land of such great and tragic history. A very proud people, I always thought... When I was about say 10 or so, my family helped about 4 family's from Russia establish themselves in Portland, Or. The four families did everything together and we were so lucky to be part of several Russian weddings, births, and other high times. Anyway, the thing I learned about this people was, that all my pre-concieved notions about who and how they were as a people were totally wrong... These were people who loved their kids, each other and everyone who they considered their family, and after awhile they did, considered me a part if their family. Now to think of it I still have a wind up watch with the Star of the soviet union on it... and it still works. Hmm nice to think about... Now I have met myself another Russian, and this person is incredible.. Has shown me again many things that I can learn from, a way of thinking maybe? Maybe it's just 'their way' or something..But I am in love with the Russian people again, all the good memories come back about and this time the feeling are a bit different, but powerful indeed.. Cool and unexpected, but a gift from 'the gods'? Quite for certain yes. Hmm this is going to be a life changing thing, I can feel it... and it's all good ;-) Sometimes we need a life changing thing to happen to us all.... those occasions only come about once in a blue moon, so it's important to grip the day and go for it!!
It's starting to feel like spring here in Norway.. the snow is starting to melt during the day, the piles and piles of it are getting smaller... it still is cold and under freezing at night, but it's going and that's the important thing... soon it's all gone and in some sense life can start a new... Gotta run... Take care world...
