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ABOUT THE LETTER
A recollection of my dad in Israel. My dad isn’t a big talker, but he would say something interesting and memorable on occasion. For instance, we were walking somewhere, and I saw the fluff that comes off from the trees and flowers. There are no poplar trees in Israel, but there are dandelions. Then suddenly my dad said (which in itself is unexpected): “You’ve got mail!” Me: “huh?” Dad: “Thus fuzz is someone’s letter for you. Now you should take it in your hand and blow, so someone else will get a letter from you. And just like that all people will be sending letters to each other”. Isn’t that amazing?! Since then, I always blow the dandelions, thinking how they will fly to someone else. I also love sending and receiving postcards.
ABOUT GULLIVER
A teen little memory about a big thing. We were in the Amazonian forest with my parents about 20 years ago. Even though, the forest was extremely dense, you could see the sky so crystal clear. Oh,God, that sky! (since it’s Equator and in the middle of nowhere). There we were on a night tour. I looked up, and there was Milky Way in its full glory. I became transfixed on it. My mom asked, if anything was wrong. And I said: “I am Gulliver”. Unfortunately, the romance was abruptly seized by something flying and buzzing that flew by past me and bit me though the jacket.
So, we had a video game system. (I think it was Nintendo). Our mom is extremely strong willed. If she has her mind on something, the only thing that can stop her is tsunami (which are not very common in Moscow). Every night my mom would go to our room and complete one stage of Super Mario. My mom is the only person I know personally, who beat Super Mario. During the very final level my mom got to the final boss and beat him. At that point Mario lost all of his power-ups (the spits and the height). Finally, he got to the Princess in a pink dress. Hurray, Victory! However, my joy was tainted – I asked:” How would he marry a princess, if he’s so small?”
ABOUT SUPER MARIO AND THE WEDDING
ABOUT THE CONFERENCE
We’ve been living in different countries with my dad for almost 30 years. It just happened this way. Sometimes we would come visit, sometimes he would. My dad has always worked a lot. But on top of that, he, would support all of us and still does to this day, while our family keeps expanding. Nonetheless, I assume that he enjoyed (and still enjoys), when we all were together. When there were only four of us, on weekends my dad would announce “Let’s go deliberate!”. After which the following would occur: we would all gather in our parents’ bed and put on a movie. My dad didn’t watch though, he slept with the pillow over his head. The rest of us would honestly watch the movie to the end. Our mom would even let us go to bed a bit later, due to special circumstances. (She was quite strict with this. Bedtime was 9pm sharp). And even if our mom tried to make us go to bed, then my dad asked her to release us from our regular bedtime, just this once. A little trivia: guess which film we are watching in this case?
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