I DREAM
I had a dream. Maybe it was not a dream to dream as Martin Luther King, but I think the good thing about being able to share it with you. The dream begins with a scene to say, when I sit with my father in the garden and prepare some tools to work. During the conversation, which is fulfilled dreams Meaning word for word finds out what happened over the last few years in my home. It seems that for a time I was not there. Most likely (as is clear from subsequent conversation) I sat in jail for some political issues. But it is not important. During a conversation with my father finds out that my mom is in hospital and is expected on the operations. It is in Wroclaw, so far from where I live. In addition, the father also has to go to the hospital for operations. I look at my family home. Is neglected. I see a rusty gutter, ramshackle garage, somewhere in the broken glass and sealed with foil. dream dictionary look at the neighboring houses and I see that time with them and not walked in graciously. Part is demolished, yet somehow a part holding up. I asked my father for my siblings. Older brother - went to Germany. Not speak for a long time. Older sister - also sitting at home. There is no work for women in the age of thirty five years. Younger brother - riddled with bullets in some gang war as a passer. At this point, I made a sad.
After waking up I felt the sadness. Wgryzł it in my brain, and I could not get rid of it. Sam is surprised why I responded so strongly to ordinary sleep. After a moment of thinking I came to the conclusion that I would not want simply to make such a future waiting for me family. Maybe it's not about everyone to be rich and live happily ever after, "but what is presented to me this is a bad dream .... Many
AMowców often at odds with their parents. They hate them. Such age. Sam also not very hard, worshiped them when I lived with them. Now that I live far away and I meet with them once every three - four weeks a little bit changed my attitude to both the families and to the city. Parents no longer be only such persons who are and always will be. Dream Interpretations I know I could die. Do you, the reader realize that your parents are not immortal? I think your siblings (if you have them), they are not kuloodporni? By distance from my loved ones have gained a different perspective. Somewhat distorted by nostalgia and a lack of daily skirmishes with washing dishes and stuff like that - but I think nothing of his family in any way. These are not just people who live in the same house as me. I have shared with them the memories, common interests. I know when his brother shot at the shooting range, or when my mother ended up in a cast, because the zagapiła the washing machine. That is what unites us.
When I'm at home, many things simpler. I do not have to think about what I eat for lunch today. Do I need to combine, as the warm apartment. And while I know I can be useful kicking garden. Something that once seemed to me to be a hassle now is a nice activity. I'm just used to this place. This is my house. Not apartment where I spend time between classes and among others. This is my house. Just
I began to appreciate my city. Once it was simply a place where I live. Several thousand homes and write a number of blocks there. I always wondered when my cousin arriving from boarding school recommending our city to others. Compliments spoke, as if it was unknown how beautiful town. Today, when I visited last several cities, Chojnice treated similarly. Beautifully restored old town (we got a prize for it), and general climate of security and low balance. And while supermarkets and everything modern man needs to live. dream about such big small town. Likewise, my estate. When I first had to go in another city by a group of young visitors look as he said Alyosha Afdiejew - "Such murders that without a verdict after five years" I mentioned my estate, where I could put 3 years of his highlander is almost in sight from the street and nobody was interested in him.
You can treat this as the ravings of arta guy who was snatched from his environment and longs simply to warm the house and mommy. Well - I know that such a return is impossible, simply because everyone has to follow its own path. But I wanted you - younger - have a message: Does your city really is that bad? Does your family really is so annoying, how about it you say? Do not storm hormones zamąciła you completely w głowie?
Chciałbym, abyście nie musieli się przekonywać jak bardzo zależało wam na Waszym mieście i Waszej rodzinie w sytuacji, która mi się
przyśniła.
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