I fond my old pictures from Oz. Oh God, it was crazy time! So many things were changed since I left that town. My high school, 1st and probably even 2nd course of university I spent hanging out with musicians and other freaks of my home-town. A kind of bohemian society. Clubs, drinks and live music. Torn jeans and sneakers. Unimaginable hair colours. And taste for breaking rules and provocations. We knew all the most fresh music-styles. We were so depressive teenagers. Some of that guys moved to Moscow and St.Petersburg.

And now I'm looking at that pictures and some of them are still the same. They can be 20, 23, 25, but they still wear torn jeans and keep guitar in their hands.

And I'm asking - what is that? Probably they have talent, but most of them just keep this life-style cause they have nothing else to do, or they just imitate someone. But not all of them are real. They seem to set at the same age, still 17 or 18.

Just 3-4 years passed, but now I'm remembering all that time and it seems like the whole life changed.

But I love that age. And maybe I didn't change completely - I still love torn jeans and sneakers. And many other things. And things I don't want to lose - are that rebellious spirit, ability to dream big and to be ambitious.

We change, we move forward and grow up, but sometimes it's good to save good moments in our memory and good characteristics in ourselves.