Der Vorgang 34898
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Nina
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| Greetings Deciding to draft this missive turned out to be more difficult than I believed. Transferring my reflections into the virtual abyss to a someone I don't know is like uttering softly something significant into an vacant bottle and throwing it into the deep, hoping the currents won't lose track of it. My world is not about the frantic pace of a metropolis, but a peaceful small town, swamped by the foliage of gardens. Here, the daylight hours drag on slowly, like the tune of an old street organ, and when evening falls, the roads are immersed in such a gentle warm light that it seems as if everything stops to catch its breath. I am a doctor. I help people... and, maybe, a small part of my own emotional scars too. I have a place to live, a profession, literature—everything that is considered a mark of a peaceful existence. But occasionally, particularly in the dusk, I find myself experiencing... not a void, but rather expectation. As if the most captivating part of my story hasn't even begun yet, and I'm still reading again the long introduction. I would like to find a man with whom this anticipation would finally be swapped for a emotion of returning home. A person with whom it would be easy both to be wordless and to converse until daybreak. Someone who can discern the narrative behind an everyday expression and hear the music in everyday language. Certainly, I understand that a tinge of skepticism clouds all of this—can you really find something real where everything originates from a display? But maybe the game have changed? What if you are the one who will see the deeper meaning not just words, but a essence? Yours truly, from the interior of Russia. Nina. |