It was seven summers ago that I visited Sicily, Italy, for three weeks. At the time, I was doing a master’s study in Yorkshire, England, and one day, I learned about an interesting math graduate summer school to be held in Catania. Something about the event advertisement spoke to me, and I quickly signed up […]
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In this memory, I am five years old. April turns into May. As the pink cherry blossom flowers rain on the ground and the baby green leaves start appearing on the tree branches, new excitement arrives in our community of tiny half-dilapidated apartments – swallows. Just outside of our community’s premise, among the many neighbourhood
It’s not something you can planIt arrives at your doorSuddenly, unexpectedly All you can doIs answer the callAnd your adventure begins The day seems to revolve around itYou cannot stop thinking about itThough nobody else can notice it You carry your adventureHidden in your pocketIndulging it when nobody is around You anxiously wait for the
In this memory, it is summer, and I am four years old. Somewhere, my mother gets the information that the International Tchaikovsky Competition for Young Musicians is held in our town this year. We are no aspiring musicians, but since the competition is so famous and it is such a rare opportunity to listen to
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Four summers back, I visited my family in Japan for about two weeks. Considering the fact that I lived in another country and could not afford to travel often, it was a rather brief stay. But again, that was all the holiday I managed to accommodate that summer. The two weeks passed quickly. We crammed
In this memory, I am four years old. It is shortly after the successful completion of my little brother’s second heart operation. I hear that one of my elder cousins is getting married and that I will be going to their wedding with my father. My whole family have been invited, but since my brother
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FallingFallingLeaves are falling SilentlyFrom the skyThrough the air So gentlySo beautifullyAnd yet so quietly As if Not to be noticedBy anybody FallingFallingFalling
In this memory, I am five years old. Once every week, I attend a group lesson at the local YAMAHA music school with my two best friends. We travel there with our mothers and our little siblings in a single five-seater car. After leaving the car at the nearby parking lot, we walk over to
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When I was about eight, my mother introduced me to something called new potatoes. My grandmother had recently sent us a box full of vegetables that she harvested from her vegetable garden, and among them were new potatoes. “I’m going to make you a delicious snack with these,” said my mother, her voice dancing with
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