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.