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Dearest Vika,
I just found that last present you gave me, three years ago.
How sweet, how simple and honest we were then...
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When older people watch the interactions of young'uns they may seem petty,
or small and unimportant, usually because the older person is in a different phase of life, and
no longer relates to those fears and desires.
What it is all too easy to forget is the fact that to those younger souls, they
do not think "This is just a sixteen-year-old's drama/life" They think "This is MY drama/life, and it
is the most important thing in the world."
And so I felt when I was the 16 yr old, when I met you.
It was on a 14 day trip to Hungary. 4 days touring budapest with just a small American group of 20.
10 days dropped into a Jewish camp in the Hungarian countryside with that american group of 20
and 300 foreign campers, all jewish and %90 "unaffiliated" (=basically not educated much in judaism)
most from the former soviet block.
I did not know anyone who was going to be on the trip with me.
But the group of americans all got pretty friendly right away. And then came
the joint group activities with foreign campers (including a group of gorgeous Estonian girls!)
At night we would play guitar outside the latvian girls bunks and that was where I met her.
A blonde. Singing playing guitar, pretty russian/eastern-european features. And she sang. Beautifully.
Well, I'd had a year or two of guitar under my built as well, and took the guitar and played a Beatles song,
which everybody knew. Meek little Eri was not to be found on this trip. I was replaced with my too-absent alter-ego
Ubersocial Steiner, where, my confidence and adrenaline level is through teh roof and I'm a walking
socializing machine networking and making friends with everything in sight down to the doorknobs.
Then she was also in the music club in the camp, as was I.
Ubersocialization notwithstanding, (phew!) I was still quite scared to inform a girl I liked her.
I asked her best friend Di-Ahnna if V had a boyfriend, loudly and obviously. The girl responded with "No."
and a giggle, and I knew I had a good shot.
Things would always get a little frantic right before curfew time, as everyone would be bolting back to their dorms..
It was a bout five minutes after curfew passed when I sitting on my bed in the bunk. One of the guys said Eric,
Vika's here. I stepped out into the hallway in nothing but boxers in time to catch a big smack on the lips
from a fully dressed Vika, who giggled and was then chased away from our bunk by my counselor, all before I
got over the shock of her being there.
And so, a perfectly typical summer romance began to bloom that would drastically change the way I
thought about women and myself ...
(To Be Continued)
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Posted by IdleWritings on 2008-07-04 18:31:52 | Rating: | Views: 41
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