Der Vorgang 34901
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Nina
Der erste Kontakt 34901
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Deciding to draft this missive turned out to be more tough than I imagined. Sending my reflections into the digital abyss to a stranger is like whispering something crucial into an hollow bottle and casting it into the deep, hoping the waves won't lose it. My existence is not about the hustle and bustle of a major city, but a quiet small town, swamped by the vegetation of yards. Here, the hours drag on slowly, like the melody of an old barrel organ, and when night approaches, the streets are immersed in such a mellow golden light that it appears as if time stops to take a breather. I am a physician. I help people... and, probably, a small part of my own inner hurts too. I have a place to live, a career, novels—everything that is seen as a indication of a calm lifestyle. But occasionally, most notably in the night, I catch myself feeling... not emptiness, but rather a sense of waiting. As if the most interesting part of my story hasn't even commenced, and I'm still going over the long beginning. I would like to encounter a person with whom this anticipation would finally be replaced by a sensation of arriving home. Someone with whom it would be easy both to be quiet and to converse until sunrise. A person who can discern the story behind an simple grin and hear the music in ordinary phrases. Of course, I comprehend that a hint of uncertainty clouds all of this—can you really locate something authentic where everything begins with a monitor? But maybe the game have changed? What if you are the one who will read between the lines not just letters, but a essence? Sincerely, from the heartland of Russia. Nina. |