A promise..
A year ago my old good friend came to me. We haven’t seen each other for ages. As it usually happens we went on remembering all the trip and the adventures we had together. He was missing these times ‘cause his life has changed a lot. He got much more serious than before. He got a wife, a dog and a house - the things, which can’t be left alone for a long time.
“Please, let’s go somewhere! At least for a weekend!” - he started moaning. I never say “no”, if somebody calls me for a trip. So, of course I said “Yes. Let’s choose where to go”.
There was a little disorder in my room due to ongoing renewal. Different stuff from shelves, and boxes, and a cupboard was mixed up on the floor presenting a briefly cultural experience of the whole world. Books and cloths, postcard and souvenirs brought from far away by my friends or by my.
Our plan was very simply: to find the object we both like, to try to identify its origins and to go there. After arguing for a while, we agreed on a postcard picturizing a cozy narrow street in sepia toning. “Any idea what’s that for a place?” “I don’t want to guess! Just turn it over and read!” “It’s in Tallinn!”
My parents have been to Tallinn, several of my friends have been to Tallinn, and maybe I even had relatives in Tallinn. I always wanted to go there, however I never did. This postcard was calling me to my dream. “So… Leave your dog to guard your house, take along your wife to guard you. Tallinn is waiting for us! What about next weekend?”
We went neither next weekend, nor next month. His wife decided that’s it’s more important to spend money for a new TV. I didn’t go to Tallinn alone, I was waiting for my friend ‘cause I promised we would go together. Few more months after his wife came up with an idea to change a lavatory pan. So, again we couldn’t go. Slowly I started to forget about our plan. The postcard, which was sticked on the mirror, disappeared somewhere.
It could be the end of the story about my culture weekend in Estonia. But… Recently I saw a call for competition, it reminded me of the postcard’s story and it reminded me about me dream to visit Tallinn.
That’s when I realized that if someone wants to buy a lavatory pan, it’s not a reason for me to sit at home. I was waiting for one year. If people couldn’t find a free weekend throughout the year, it makes no sense to wait for them longer.
It doesn’t matter if I win this competition or not; it doesn’t matter if my friend find time and money to join me; this time I promise just to myself that I will go to Tallinn before the end of 2012.