The children of 80s… The children of the streets
Close to winter holidays I always feel
somewhat nostalgic and sentimental. Today I felt like browsing through my
childhood pictures and as a result came up with this post.
I was born in a little town Tomsk,
which is hiding in the pine forests of Siberia, Russia. When I was seven, my
family owned a two-bedroom apartment in a five-story condominium building in
a…well, let me call it uptown or sleeping quarters. The building was the exact
copy of dozens or even hundreds of other buildings placed in a certain order
around the neighborhood. Those were the Soviet times. Everything had to look
the same – buildings, clothes, furniture, cars. People were deprived of
choices. The choices were made for them by the caring communist government. But
despite of certain weirdness and in some cases even absurdity, I always
remembered those times fondly. That was my childhood and those were great
times: fun and active, free and happy, barefoot-and-loose-hair kind of times!
