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Jag har skrivit en ganska basic berättelse om min kommande pojk :D
Lite om vem han är och bakgrunds historia.
Och jag tog mig tid att skriva den på engelska, så igen, ha överseende för min icket perfekta stavning, grammatik osv ^^'
(jag vet inte vad det beror på, men många ord blev ihopskriva när jag laddade upp texten här)
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Danil Zakharov
My life?
At the moment I guess I'd say my life is..uhmm..
At the moment, I'm getting by.
I've been living on my own for almost two years now. Until I moved out, me and my mom lived together in a small flat. It's just been her and me for as long as I can remember. My dad left us when I was just a few months. According to mom it was for the best, and that we were better off without himin our lives. But I know she always felt guilty for not being able togive me what the other kinds my age had. Cool toys, new clothes,money to buy candy after school etc.
And sure, there were times when I wished we were like other families. But most of the time Ididn't care. My mom loved me, and she did what she could, with the money we had. A few times a year we'd participate in demonstrationsand similar events in other cities. And every year we went to afestival in Ukraine, together with some of moms friends. That weekend was the highlight of the year. I always made tons of new friends and got to see old friend that I hadn't seen for ages.
My mom never dated anyoneafter my father left, I think she didn't what to risk anything. Andconsidering what a duche he was it's understandable. But three yearsago when I was seventeen, she actually did meet a guy, at ademonstration. At first I was skeptical, but when a saw how happy sheseemed with him, I changed my mind. They really do deserve eachother.
And that's what led me towhere I am now. After a year he began spending more and more time atour place, and considering I had turned 18 I felt it was time for me to move out, and let them have the flat to themselves. Of course my mother protested against me leaving, I had no job and no were tolive.
That was true. But I told her that it'd bee alright, that I was infect an adult and sooner or later I would have to survive on my own.
It turned out that myfriend, who I've known since I was fifteen, and who I also have aband together with, also considered moving out. He knew some peopleon the other side of town that lived together in a big building, sortof like a collective house.
And that's were you canfind me at the moment. Me and Luka share a room on the second floor,it's not big but I like it. On the outside the house looks really shabby, well I guess it does on to inside as well. But the point is,it doesn't matter what it looks like, once you get to know the place you'll love it!
It's like it's an other world, ruled by young creative minds. Artists and musicians. On every wall hangs colorful paintings and expressive photos done by the people living here. Some of the walls are artwork themselves, they have big painted flowers on them, fishes, landscapes or just words. Words, sentences and messages. We can stay up all night, play musictogether, talk, drink and laugh. There are no rules, no limits. It's our paradise. But even if the rent is very low, you still need to payit. And food is not free either. So somehow I need to get money. It's not easy to get a job around here when you do not have a particularly good education. And no money to get one. I make my living by workingas a waiter a couple of nights a week, and I also do some modeling every now and then. I was scooted last year on my way home from visiting my mother. And they told me to go to Forward Model Management's office here in Moscow. It's a world I don't understand, nor do I feel like I belong in it. But hey, if I can earn a little extra money just by looking good, I can't turn down that opportunity.
And last there is my music, or rather mine and Lukas music. We've been playing for almost tree years, but now we're actually starting to get gigs outside the house.
I have wonderful friends, the best mom in the world, somewhere to live and food everyday. And my guitar. So really, I should consider my life as great. But I'm stuck whit this feeling. The feeling that I'm being suffocated. Suffocated by this city and by this society. And I feel it, how it's killing me. I want to flee. Escape to somewhere far, far away. When I go to sleep I think about packing my bag, take my guitar and just jump on the next plane to India, Singapore, Jamaica or whatever, just away from here. Other nights I think about getting a car and drive off. Drive without any destinations or boundaries. Drive to freedom.
Lite om vem han är och bakgrunds historia.
Danil Zakharov
My life?
At the moment I guess I'd say my life is..uhmm..
At the moment, I'm getting by.
I've been living on my own for almost two years now. Until I moved out, me and my mom lived together in a small flat. It's just been her and me for as long as I can remember. My dad left us when I was just a few months. According to mom it was for the best, and that we were better off without himin our lives. But I know she always felt guilty for not being able togive me what the other kinds my age had. Cool toys, new clothes,money to buy candy after school etc.
And sure, there were times when I wished we were like other families. But most of the time Ididn't care. My mom loved me, and she did what she could, with the money we had. A few times a year we'd participate in demonstrationsand similar events in other cities. And every year we went to afestival in Ukraine, together with some of moms friends. That weekend was the highlight of the year. I always made tons of new friends and got to see old friend that I hadn't seen for ages.
My mom never dated anyoneafter my father left, I think she didn't what to risk anything. Andconsidering what a duche he was it's understandable. But three yearsago when I was seventeen, she actually did meet a guy, at ademonstration. At first I was skeptical, but when a saw how happy sheseemed with him, I changed my mind. They really do deserve eachother.
And that's what led me towhere I am now. After a year he began spending more and more time atour place, and considering I had turned 18 I felt it was time for me to move out, and let them have the flat to themselves. Of course my mother protested against me leaving, I had no job and no were tolive.
That was true. But I told her that it'd bee alright, that I was infect an adult and sooner or later I would have to survive on my own.
It turned out that myfriend, who I've known since I was fifteen, and who I also have aband together with, also considered moving out. He knew some peopleon the other side of town that lived together in a big building, sortof like a collective house.
And that's were you canfind me at the moment. Me and Luka share a room on the second floor,it's not big but I like it. On the outside the house looks really shabby, well I guess it does on to inside as well. But the point is,it doesn't matter what it looks like, once you get to know the place you'll love it!
It's like it's an other world, ruled by young creative minds. Artists and musicians. On every wall hangs colorful paintings and expressive photos done by the people living here. Some of the walls are artwork themselves, they have big painted flowers on them, fishes, landscapes or just words. Words, sentences and messages. We can stay up all night, play musictogether, talk, drink and laugh. There are no rules, no limits. It's our paradise. But even if the rent is very low, you still need to payit. And food is not free either. So somehow I need to get money. It's not easy to get a job around here when you do not have a particularly good education. And no money to get one. I make my living by workingas a waiter a couple of nights a week, and I also do some modeling every now and then. I was scooted last year on my way home from visiting my mother. And they told me to go to Forward Model Management's office here in Moscow. It's a world I don't understand, nor do I feel like I belong in it. But hey, if I can earn a little extra money just by looking good, I can't turn down that opportunity.
And last there is my music, or rather mine and Lukas music. We've been playing for almost tree years, but now we're actually starting to get gigs outside the house.
I have wonderful friends, the best mom in the world, somewhere to live and food everyday. And my guitar. So really, I should consider my life as great. But I'm stuck whit this feeling. The feeling that I'm being suffocated. Suffocated by this city and by this society. And I feel it, how it's killing me. I want to flee. Escape to somewhere far, far away. When I go to sleep I think about packing my bag, take my guitar and just jump on the next plane to India, Singapore, Jamaica or whatever, just away from here. Other nights I think about getting a car and drive off. Drive without any destinations or boundaries. Drive to freedom.
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