Standing on the shoulder of the giant

by Vlad Levickij

     That warm and stormy summer night clenched me. It was a kick-start of a new line. I gave an once-over to the hall – dark and gloomy it was. I felt first tremble. I’ve been waiting so long – and here I was, standing in the centre of a new universe, which I was able to organize thereby I wanted.


  My own apartments – I’ve never thought of it till I was 18. I cannot say what reasons encouraged me to ask my parents to finish my room first, before the others. It may have been natural intensions, reflextion of my growing up, wanting some space for being alone and thinking. Or was it an end in itself… Anyway.
  “Fly, bird, fly”.
  I stared into the darkness. When my eyes adapted to it I got a shot in the arm and went forward – strictly to my new room. The day before I moved all my stuff – clothes, books, gadgets, cables, computer and so on.
  That time all I had to do was just turning on the light. But I didn’t. Instead of it, I continued moving throught the night till I got to the balcony. I gently opened the door and walked in. And that was it. Huge space spread itself in front of me – what a view! I’ve never seen my district this way.
  I think, it was high time to realize – I was not a kid anymore. Starting then. It was the beginning of my travel to the new world I heard and read of, but then I was an actor and my first own flat was my frist stage.
  That warm and stormy summer night… Can’t remember how long I was looking on the stars. But can remember that feeling of being up against of something unknown.
  I was just standing in the balcony of the 18th floor of the building. Near of it was the same one. I was just standing on the shoulder of the giant…