COME BACK

-Do you believe in miracles?


…You are keeping silence and smoking. Far away from this place. You are watching rain drops sliding slowly down the windowpane. Do you remember many years ago you could combine different patterns from these drops, or could make different unusual pictures or unpredictable actions with this drops. Now you again and again watch to it but nothing is happen. Why? May be because you don’t sleep already last two days, or may be because you think about more important things such as inflation, investments, approvals, credits… Honestly may be because in this airport (like in every airports worldwide) are very uncomfortable seats. Flight is delay. Do you remember destination? It really strange that u don’t remember the destination? It is really strange.


What you really know is that it’s very far away. But where is this “very far away”? May be Oceania?! –No. No, Oceania. Although you thought about trip to Oceania and really wanted to visit this place with very uncommon name. This country seems to you like ocean everywhere. Like a small piece of earth in ocean. And only waves and wind and sky. No now. It’s not your trip. You’d never been lucky for such kind of place. 


Then may be it is Nepal? No. What do you want to do in Neal? Just watching to the beautiful swarthy girls or may be impressed by magic shine of blue sky or just try to tell fortunes with help of bright Nepal stars that are shining like diamonds… You think about Nepal only because of you parents favorite old song “Queen of Nepal”. No. It’s not your destination.


Something really-really well known stay in you mind. America! Independent child of Columb. This place is result of independent dealers and inveterate rogues. Most probably it is New York. But what do you want to find in New York? May be Las Vegas will be better? No-no-no and again no! You don’t know how to lose…


But it that case which destination is yours!?

The panic starts to cover you. Arises somewhere deeply in your soul and as successful dictator wins millimeter behind millimeter of yours. “Which destination is mine?”

This question as a blood clot starts to knock in your temples, to crash against ribs, to flutter on your finger-tips… “Which…?” – not finished phrase stops on your lips. And you recognize that unique rescue that unique right decision you can find is in these rain drops on the window. Only what you need is combine a pattern from these drops, only what you need is understand what the word is written by these drops… You need just only want it as much as you can! And you long and intently watch at these drops. Your cigarette burns your fingers but you don’t feel it. Now you live depend on these simple drops pattern…   


You finds a lot of scraps of memories in your mind…bitten the Tula spice cake, the girl with fiery hear and a red kitten on her hands, crackling apples ‘antonovka’ from your grandmother’s garden, gold ears of wheat and the moon which has got lost in trees, an old refrigerator with the ridiculous name “Jurjuzan”, poplar seed tufts, astringent taste of a bird cherry, the lady with copper hair and green as emeralds eyes, white flowers, flight on a hang-glider, rough tongue of a funny spotty puppy, a sunlight breaking through the close shutter, smile of your son and such long-awaited word “Daddy”…


You feel that the drops pattern starts to move. It moves promptly and unpredictable and at least it transforms into some rebus. These are letters! – recognize you. And you start to move lips trying to read what is written. It gains so clumsy and so ineptly. You feel yourself like children in school. You try to connect letters you drawl sounds and try to understand the main sense…”COME BACK HOME”.


You laugh. You feel freedom. Your soul fly like a bird and sing a song like a wind…

And you open your eyes and see that a lot of tubes hang over you. Some device smoothly peeps works nearby and gives out rough green strokes on the monitor… Someone near to you whispers… “WELCOME HOME…”

 
-Do you believe in miracles?