October 3
Otter’s noise shakes horse chestnut trees, which are imitating of a ground attack by firing spiky shells to those who are below:
It’s a little bit risky to walk under such trees in October. But the subject of today’s post is not usual seasonal weather and status of local nature descriptions and pics. The post’s subject is a hint to content. Every year I tell something very specific these days. It’s because October the Third is a kind of a birthday for me, my wife and, I may suppose, for my kids even if they do not consider this date same way. Therefore just in case of their possible review and comments here I will share only my special feelings for this date. Anyway this is my private blog :)
As you see, I am writing in English now. It means that a decision was made to switch off Russian as a language of my LJ narration. And the reason for this is simple: Russian is a language spoken by my former friends and colleagues, whom I lost, hope not forever but for some time only due to serious difference in our understanding and interpretation of the events in Ukraine and Russia today. They are converted by some evil into kind of enemies for me and my relatives in Ukraine. They are against my values of life and support the regime which is dangerous not only for me and my habitat.The attempts to discuss and resolve the problem with them had been resulted in a wide emotional, cultural and social abyss that is dividing us now. I would like to separate myself from their environment not only by cutting communications but by demonstrating this symbolic gesture with the promise to return to Russian when we will find common ground to continue our relations. And I hope that this day will come soon. I was thinking again about Ukrainian as a substitute for Russian, but after some consideration English was chosen as a more convenient for me because it is my major language in my new life, which started on October 3 more than ten years ago.
It was a long day that had lasted for 36 hours. We got up at 4 am to be in the airport Kurumoch in time for our Samara - Frankfurt flight. Russian Federation custom and border officers were on our way to the new life. But my unfounded fears disappeared as Samara’s officers were friendly and even smiling in comparison with moody ones which I got used to see in Sheremetievo-2. At 7 am we were in the international zone of Kurumoch airport together with several dozens of other travellers. It was very strong feeling of happiness when I got the departure stamp in my passport crossing Russian border at Samara terminal. It was the feeling of freedom and understanding that the one way ticket is a ticket to our new life in a new world. I didn’t count how many times I crossed borders since my first crossing in Brest in 1969, but I know that getting over RF border in Kurumoch was the most memorable and I will remember it forever. I was staying near window sipping coffee and looking at the airfield where all details were known to me as I was a frequent flier. Nothing unusual for bystander, nobody understood what was happening with me and how my soul was filled by delight and ease that can be compared with weightlessness when you are diving in conditions of perfect visibility and transparency.
Lufthansa’s A319 brought us quickly to Frankfurt, where not yet having reached Vancouver, and despite the huge and unwieldy airport, I felt myself at home, finally at home due to comfort, service, smiles and overall friendly spirit around. I felt by all my guts that the world, which before today I could see only as a tourist or a business traveler or precisely as a stranger, is my world finally.
I may suppose that my journal is a good chronicle of our new life in our new world. My time travel to the past stories and description of my former colleagues’ business trips to Canada I organized, two mutual contracts fulfilled several years ago, make it obvious that I left not an evil country at all, but the country that starting with Perestroyka was on the way to the civilized world. Even in a bad dream I couldn’t see what happened with that country during last 8 months. And what has happened is not an economic or political issue for me at all. What has happened with the country is indicated by what has happened with my former friends and this is the issue. Therefore I am protesting against these events by refusing to use Russian in this blog until the evil will be eliminated and the country will be back on track.
Just due to this changeover there is a hope that I will start to write more words in my posts and, may be, will return to my stories. But it seems to me that the number of words for today post is sufficient and I can switch to pics :)
The weather is good for early October in Lower Mainland. The rain happens not often yet and sunny hours please us often with bright pics like this made in our village harbour:
We have the 8th Annual Head of the Fraser regatta today. My older grandson is rowing as a portside stroke on this eight and the 777 from troubled Hong Kong roars above them:
We started celebration of our birthday in Queen Elisabeth Theater listening Carmen. This pic was taken during one of intermissions:
The swan is navigating to the Crab King floating restaurant with the purpose to check if free meal is available for him:
Dogwood berries are ripe and ready to be consumed by squirrels:
Jaana is the name of the boat we sailed in Sosenky, the campsite on the Volga island near Zhiguli Mountains. My older daughter has reminded me about this and explained that spelling and pronunciation was exactly the same like for this boat:
We are walking a lot these days, for example, in Kerrisdale looking at the ancient :) walls:
And towers:
And we spending a lot of time in the forests like four hours in the morning today checking our mushroom places:
Several milk and honey log mushrooms were found not far from this place:
In general life is good and only the events on the other side of the Earth disappoint. Okay, I guess this is enough for today :)
It’s a little bit risky to walk under such trees in October. But the subject of today’s post is not usual seasonal weather and status of local nature descriptions and pics. The post’s subject is a hint to content. Every year I tell something very specific these days. It’s because October the Third is a kind of a birthday for me, my wife and, I may suppose, for my kids even if they do not consider this date same way. Therefore just in case of their possible review and comments here I will share only my special feelings for this date. Anyway this is my private blog :)
As you see, I am writing in English now. It means that a decision was made to switch off Russian as a language of my LJ narration. And the reason for this is simple: Russian is a language spoken by my former friends and colleagues, whom I lost, hope not forever but for some time only due to serious difference in our understanding and interpretation of the events in Ukraine and Russia today. They are converted by some evil into kind of enemies for me and my relatives in Ukraine. They are against my values of life and support the regime which is dangerous not only for me and my habitat.The attempts to discuss and resolve the problem with them had been resulted in a wide emotional, cultural and social abyss that is dividing us now. I would like to separate myself from their environment not only by cutting communications but by demonstrating this symbolic gesture with the promise to return to Russian when we will find common ground to continue our relations. And I hope that this day will come soon. I was thinking again about Ukrainian as a substitute for Russian, but after some consideration English was chosen as a more convenient for me because it is my major language in my new life, which started on October 3 more than ten years ago.
It was a long day that had lasted for 36 hours. We got up at 4 am to be in the airport Kurumoch in time for our Samara - Frankfurt flight. Russian Federation custom and border officers were on our way to the new life. But my unfounded fears disappeared as Samara’s officers were friendly and even smiling in comparison with moody ones which I got used to see in Sheremetievo-2. At 7 am we were in the international zone of Kurumoch airport together with several dozens of other travellers. It was very strong feeling of happiness when I got the departure stamp in my passport crossing Russian border at Samara terminal. It was the feeling of freedom and understanding that the one way ticket is a ticket to our new life in a new world. I didn’t count how many times I crossed borders since my first crossing in Brest in 1969, but I know that getting over RF border in Kurumoch was the most memorable and I will remember it forever. I was staying near window sipping coffee and looking at the airfield where all details were known to me as I was a frequent flier. Nothing unusual for bystander, nobody understood what was happening with me and how my soul was filled by delight and ease that can be compared with weightlessness when you are diving in conditions of perfect visibility and transparency.
Lufthansa’s A319 brought us quickly to Frankfurt, where not yet having reached Vancouver, and despite the huge and unwieldy airport, I felt myself at home, finally at home due to comfort, service, smiles and overall friendly spirit around. I felt by all my guts that the world, which before today I could see only as a tourist or a business traveler or precisely as a stranger, is my world finally.
I may suppose that my journal is a good chronicle of our new life in our new world. My time travel to the past stories and description of my former colleagues’ business trips to Canada I organized, two mutual contracts fulfilled several years ago, make it obvious that I left not an evil country at all, but the country that starting with Perestroyka was on the way to the civilized world. Even in a bad dream I couldn’t see what happened with that country during last 8 months. And what has happened is not an economic or political issue for me at all. What has happened with the country is indicated by what has happened with my former friends and this is the issue. Therefore I am protesting against these events by refusing to use Russian in this blog until the evil will be eliminated and the country will be back on track.
Just due to this changeover there is a hope that I will start to write more words in my posts and, may be, will return to my stories. But it seems to me that the number of words for today post is sufficient and I can switch to pics :)
The weather is good for early October in Lower Mainland. The rain happens not often yet and sunny hours please us often with bright pics like this made in our village harbour:
We have the 8th Annual Head of the Fraser regatta today. My older grandson is rowing as a portside stroke on this eight and the 777 from troubled Hong Kong roars above them:
We started celebration of our birthday in Queen Elisabeth Theater listening Carmen. This pic was taken during one of intermissions:
The swan is navigating to the Crab King floating restaurant with the purpose to check if free meal is available for him:
Dogwood berries are ripe and ready to be consumed by squirrels:
Jaana is the name of the boat we sailed in Sosenky, the campsite on the Volga island near Zhiguli Mountains. My older daughter has reminded me about this and explained that spelling and pronunciation was exactly the same like for this boat:
We are walking a lot these days, for example, in Kerrisdale looking at the ancient :) walls:
And towers:
And we spending a lot of time in the forests like four hours in the morning today checking our mushroom places:
Several milk and honey log mushrooms were found not far from this place:
In general life is good and only the events on the other side of the Earth disappoint. Okay, I guess this is enough for today :)