A Birthday.
Posted on January 26th, 2008 by Shani
There are trips that change everything in life. Kazan railway station was covered with purple mist, as if in dreams. The cold burnt the breath. Everything seemed unreal.
I booked tickets to Kazan for the 3 of January, to be at my Grandfather’s birthday. Instead of that, I came to his funeral. My Grandpa passed away in the morning of the 3 of January. My Mother took the plane to Moscow urgently at the same day.
When I was small, my Mother worked a lot. My Grandfather spent a lot of time with me. My best memories from the childhood are connected with him. Zikhrono lebraha.
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