April 1st

My pearl from deep seas2

The last thing I remember is reaching the surface and heading to the shore.

I woke up after a week, with my mother beside me, crying at my head. From what my parents told me, I went ashore and kicked out all the water I swallowed and then I passed out. I did not know what was happening and I was terribly scared, I took my mother in my arms and I cried with her for a long time.

When my dad got home, he came and took us both in his arms. He seemed very broken, I've never seen him like that. He didn't say a word, I couldn't read anything in his eyes. At dinner, we all ate quietly, and then he confessed that we really had to leave the country, we could not stay even for a second. We all started to pack our bags without thinking, and we left the same evening with a rented car.

On the way, he told us everything leisurely, got into the same problems that Svetlana's father had and the attack on the school bus had me as the target. Fortunately no one knew I had survived, there was news and much information in the press that I had drowned with all my colleagues and our driver. That was why we had to leave. If the killer had the slightest suspicion that I was alive, it would all end for my entire family.

We traveled to Poland, there was our first stop. I liked the country, it was welcoming like its population, but we were not going to stay there for sure. Being too close to Russia increased the chances of anyone we knew seeing us. But we had the chance to visit spectacular places, although we were in a hurry, in a hurry to find our place, to find our peace, to find our, to be able to relax at last. However, this did not make us lose on the road, to forget to enjoy any blooming tree, any sunset or monument with an impressive architecture, a soup or a tasty pierogi.

The next stop was Germany. A country that was unpleasant for me at first sight. I liked the buildings, the impeccable cleanliness of the streets, and the history that guides and guides us every step of the way. But people were very distant, they never paid attention to us, except when we went to buy something, they refused to say a single word in English, although they probably knew enough. The period spent in this country was very short, but not without visiting some historical monuments, or rather the most important ones.

My next destination was France. I already felt like on a holiday combined with a lot of culture and a lot of history. And here I visited many museums and enjoyed the rich and generous pastry of the welcoming country. Even here people were not sociable, but here it was easier to get over it, I was doing French since 1st grade, to the detriment of the English I was talking about, so it was easy enough for me to understand and have a conversation. I adored the accent of this language like I adored the country itself. I wanted very much to visit Provence, but my father had bigger plans for us.

Great Britain followed, a place where I have felt like in my soul lately. Rainy, dark, melancholic. The breeze of the cool wind touched every bit of my weak and bony body. I felt very attracted to this country, I felt at peace with my mind and soul, as if I had finally found my place. Ever since Svetlana's accident, I started to like the rain, it calmed me down, transposed me to another place, to a place far away. I'd sit and listen to her and try to decipher something, a code, a message, maybe from her, maybe it was just in my mind, but I couldn't help but admit that I wanted to stay there when the time came to go, sit down and never move again, to just sit and listen to the rain. It was the first time I had a fight with my father. He couldn't believe how I behaved, and he told me that I was complacent, but it was all I wanted to do at that moment, as if I was paralyzed again, as if I were paralyzed, I had sat in a puddle and let myself prey to the drops although, with my eyes closed and my heart open.

The next destination was America. There we went by plane, leaving the abandoned car on the street. It was the first time I went by plane, and it was amazing, I flew through the clouds, I really felt like flying. I was looking for the light, after Svetlana, I was starting to think that back then everything was just a dream, she never actually appeared, it was too far to appear. But as far as I know, everything that dies turns into light, and then it's not impossible that it was her, or just my imagination. I closed my eyes and just imagined my new life, my new home, my new school. I can even claim that I tried to manifest everything I wanted, everything I wanted, because at the moment I was not really healed so there was not much to be desired.

When we landed, it all seemed like a movie, an American movie of course, I watched too much and now every piece of this country seemed to me to be cut out of a movie without the genre. We rushed to a sister of my mother who lived there and who assured us that she would receive us a few days, weeks, until we found a suitable home, that you just do not rebuild your life if you do not choose carefully and tastefully the new home of your dreams.

The aunt was very welcoming, like a real Russian, she greeted us with traditional dishes that I can not deny that I did not miss very much. The time we spent together made me feel at home, but the time was passing, and I could not postpone school any longer than that.

Shortly after, my parents found a very beautiful house, exactly in our classic style, predominantly wooden, with fine inscriptions and good taste. In my opinion, it was the perfect house, and I was looking forward to the moment of moving.

The next day I was at home, it seemed like I was in a dream. I found myself staring at every detail of it, clearly it was love at first sight. Of course, small repairs had to be made so that everything was put in place, but this did not make me like it less. I chose my attic room, perfectly lit by a huge sun-shaped window, with dark furniture and black wallpaper, it seemed like a vampire room that could stand the light and I adored it. There were libraries everywhere in the room, filled with classic books, esoteric books and some rarities that I found later on the internet.

I went to sleep right then, after cleaning with my parents. Thus, it remained to go to get the rest of the luggage in the following days. As well as go shopping to buy everything that is needed.

It all took a few days, but on the last day of carrying things into the house, something wonderful happened. Something that seemed unreal, a dream, a dream long gone by...