Again I woke up at 12, then at 3. Half of this day I slept. After breakfast (actually supper) and talking with Ira I started to clean my room, wardrobe and all the shelfs. I don't know how many time did it take, I think about 2 hours, but at the end I saw that I threw out a lot of stuff and now my room looks almost empty). When you throw out some stuff, you feel free and updated)

When I did it I realized - all what happened with me was a sign!

1. When I landed to Chelyabinsk airport from Cyprus, I tried my russian sim-card, but turned out that I have debt on it about $30. And besides that it was unavailable even in Moscow, also in Istanbul and Cyprus! This debt is impossible! So I bought a new sim-card.

2. My brother bought me a new mobile. All that old sms which I saved for memory, stayed in old mobile. I don't have them anymore.

3. Suddenly my facebook account became unavailable!! I don't know why! And again all dear messages disappeared. I created a new one. And of course I already won't add that friends with whom I don't communicate. Even if I want. I'll add only those who are dear for me.

All these facts showed me just one thing - I should delete all old memories, forget everything and start new life without projection past to my present and future.

And now I don't regret that I lost all that threads which connected me somehow with good memories in my life.

Now I have a new connection) And it's even more sincere and tender) I appreciate it very much! And messages in my new mobile are better than some other ones. Even if he's so far, his messages make me warm in this cold autumn...

Yes, one day we have to throw out old garbage inspite of we consider it as a "gold memories". Sometimes it's not, it's just a load which pull us back.

The song of the day - Kylie Minogue "Please stay"

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At Tuesday will be Aiesec event - Turkish night at one cafe. Like welcome party for all returnees and promotion of internships for new. I have to say something there. It'll be hard, cause I don't want to cut my mind, take that memories about Cyprus and Turkey and show it in public. These memories and my experience are treasures and I feel like I'll be robbed if I tell strangers about it. But why? It's just sharing...

(btw I've just had a deja vu)