Twins were insane, as if they had got a bee in their bonnet. I was amazed that the car didn't fall apart. Just why I said yes to that father’s reckless request? Mother left us when I was 9, and the strange times comes. My father who was who always took care of me changed a lot. Only one thing left in his world and it was his career. But instead of crying and hoping that something could change I came to the attic where mom keeps her cameras, and take one. We are driving to the summer house on the western beach. It seems the last time I was there was twenty years ago. “Hey OOOSSKAAAARRR Oooskarrr Oscarr!!OOOh, Scary Scar!!” Though there were only two of them, these girls were worse than the crowd of monsters, they swept away and crushed everything on their path, I actually have a project in full swing, but instead of filming in South Africa, I’m going to the moldy old house with two pretty berserks.“Oooskaaaarrr, please…” “Okay, okay ... just calm down!” We stopped at the gas station. Truckers looked like part of the interior of such places; the same was for chewing gum under the tables and sticky floor. “Let’s choose what you wanted and leave. “ I sat down at one of the dilapidated plastic tables that seem to be whole only because of chewing gum. Someone threw a coin into the machine with the music. Good old Johnny Cash, but a sad song full of sorrow and impossible promises.‘We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day’ Without such a promise it’s impossible to leave, but what a hurt to rely on it and wait with faith. Children frolicked and I was afraid that the store would not stand against this hurricane. After they ate chocolate and cheese balls, I somehow managed to squeeze them back into the backseat. I remember the house stood right on the coast, a path made of wood led to the water, and a huge old ginkgo grows in the backyard. I wonder if my summer house is still alive. My father said that the house may be slightly abandoned because he had not sent anyone to look after it for the past few years, but when we arrived, the picture of the past days appeared in front of my eyes. “Well, guys, come pass!” Before I could finish the phrase a howling and whistling hurricane flew past me. I threw the bags near the entrance and went to the favorite place of my childhood - to the attic! Strange, but there was no dust, boxes were carefully paced and a table appeared from somewhere. I don’t remember that it was ever so clean here. Mother always tried to start general cleaning, but something went wrong all the time. “Why am I not coming back here all this years?” In the evening I was sitting on the terrace looking at the sea, smoked some bad tobacco as usual. The children tried to light the fire; I sent them to the backyard, so they don’t burn the house. ‘So will you please say Hello, to the folks that I know Tell them I won't be long’ “Hah again this song” music comes from the beach. “Hey guys, I'll be out for a while, the main thing is you don’t burn everything here”, “Okay Oscar!” this unison of lovely voices did not arouse any trust in me. I went to the music and noticed a light. “Strange, so late, maybe this is couple that I shouldn’t disturb?” But still, it was too interesting. Someone was sitting in the sand wrapped in a blanket, an old vinyl player played the same trembling song, and it was also opened bottle of sherry buried for a half in send. “I saw all this, a long time ago, the same scene...” “- Mom…is it you?”
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