Домой english

She was sitting in the corner of the room, pressing her hands against ears.

-          I WANT TO GO HOME. YOU DON’T GET IT. I WANT TO GO HOME.

-          What you talking about this is your home.

-          Fuck no, this is not my home, this is just a house, were i been surviving for the last few years. I WANT TO GO HOME.

She was screaming, and starting to lose her voice. Big tears were like diamonds on her pale chicks.

-          What do you mean home? Where do YOU think your home is?

-          It’s not here. I want to go back,- she turned her head and looked through the window.

-          Back? Are you sure, I mean you have everything here. A huge house, friends, money, future…

-          No I don’t it’s all fake. And i don’t need a huge house anyway, i want to live in a tiny apartment, read my history books, and study about WWI, Battle of the Somme, uprising of the Hitler…but not this…stupid numbers, huge salary. 

-          Listen you just don’t know what is up there…You haven’t been there for nearly 6 years…

-          I don’t care. I WANT TO GO HOME.

She started crying. I came and sit down next to her. My hands wrapped around her waist. Suddenly she looked at me and said very quietly.

-          Я еду домой