- Nikita, what did you dream of becoming when you grow up?
- I do not know, I somehow did not think about it. Everything went by itself.
- Well yes. We have lagged behind the general idea of "dreaming of becoming astronauts" for a couple of decades, we had to do it harder.
- And who did you want to be?
- In elementary school a football player. Then a rap star.
- Happened?
- Very funny, - I replied, and for a while we were silent. In front of us lay the Mediterranean Sea, the water merged with the black-black night sky, hiding the horizon in this monolith. We sat on the beach of Barcelona with two bottles of wine. Blacks passed by and offered "some weed", but we already smoked our "some weed" tonight, we no longer needed.
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A couple of years ago, my parents went to Spain, and when they returned, they praised Barcelona very much. They stayed in love with this city and said that when I see it, I’ll understand that I need to live here and don’t want to leave here. I was intrigued by their speeches, in my life I haven’t been so much where I visited, but I was somewhere, and I have never met a better Petersburg. I didn’t want to emigrate from Russia, but it became interesting to see a city that could possibly change everything...
When you get off the plane, you understand that it’s difficult for you to breathe, because the air in Barcelona is not enough. It is very wet, hot, and although my friends and I flew in at night, stuffiness covered every part of the skin, I immediately sweated almost all of it. August is considered one of the hottest months, we were met by their peak of heat. Two hours later I got used to it and as a result didn’t even suffocate, but for now, we got on the bus from the airport to Spain Square, not far from where our apartment was. Ticket price is 10 euros, Wi-Fi is on the way and the ability to recharge phones via USB ports stuck in each handrail. In Russia, there is no such thing.
Throwing things into the apartment, we decided to walk with Nikita to the promenade. Ilya drank before landing, he was tormented by something like a hangover. He slept the whole flight, and upon arrival on the bed, he decided to go to bed again. We went for a walk and drank a bottle of sangria for the euro along the way, and we took a bottle of wine for 3 by the sea, which was about 20 minutes away. After all, the first night in a leopard. This case should be noted. there were many like us around. People sat in piles, drank wine, chatted. Music came from somewhere, no one bothered anyone. On this beach today everyone lived for themselves. On the way we bought some grass from a black man who is more likely dead than alive. He looked like a zombie, and twisting a couple of stocks, we understood him. In Barcelona, there was no legalize like, say, in Prague, but everyone smoked on every corner and did not break off.
Drunk-smoked conversations about the personal thousands of kilometers from home take on a special color. For some reason, at such moments when only this person connects you to your homeland and home, you automatically open to him to the maximum, and you discuss some of the most closed forbidden topics, taking them out of the corners of the soul, like any cards from the sleeves. Suddenly and dick understand why. And this magic envelops you. Magic of the modern world. You wake up in Russia, and you meet the night in Spain. From one country to another in a couple of hours. You don’t have to go half a year, you don’t have to sail on a ship for a month, you just need to board a plane and be in another world. the people who came up with the planes are cool. And although I still don’t understand why they don’t fall, flying on them is a buzz. especially when beer is served during the flight.
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- "What did you want to be when you grow up?" - funny question. Do you think you’ve already grown?
- Well, I'm 26, you are 24 most likely grown. Although dick knows him.
- So yes. This society wants us to think that we have grown. He needs us to take mortgages, loans, give birth to children, pay for them in kindergarten, at school, college and so on. So that we are on the hook of perpetual payments. and you and I send everything to hell and take tickets to Barcelona. Do you feel victory?
- Society? "Mr. Robot" reviewed?
- Cool series, by the way.
- I did not like it, some kind of dullness. Unless the blonde is cool.
- Blonde yes.
- And about "grow up." I didn’t want to grow up. My classmates dreamed as soon as possible in the 10-11th grade, as soon as possible to college, more likely to work. And I, you know, sat and understood that the farther, the more fucked up. For me, every age was perfect, I appreciated the advantages of any "now." And so today - I feel high in my 26 years, when I live only for myself, rent an apartment and spend money exclusively for my pleasure. Well, the fact that it did not work to become a footballer - well, what can you do.
- And a rapper.
- What "and a rapper"?
- And to become a rapper did not work.
- Well, this is probably for the best.
We clink glasses with bottles and drink wine, suddenly Nikita decides that he urgently needs a swim, still the first night in a leopard. The absence of swimming trunks and night do not frighten him, he sticks a bottle in the sand, strips to his underpants and screams "hooray" he runs into the sea. I am left alone to sit on the beach and think about how cool it is here. Here I see how, about 15 meters from me, two girls in dresses are moving in my direction.
They come up to me, say hello and ask to look after their things while they swim. They are very hot, and they madly want to swim. I’m not so very strong in English, but, having exchanged a couple of phrases with them, I understand that they are from Germany, I say that they have a great time there and that they believe beauty, and also - okay, I’ll look, you can safely undress. The cinema of the moment amazes me, we just flew to Spain, I sit at night on the beach, and the two Germans stuck together by themselves. But here my friend Nikita observes this whole picture and, having decided that I need his help urgently, he starts proudly pacing out of the water in his family underpants like a damn Ihthyander.
Nikita reaches the three of us and begins to pour devilishly into the ears of those poor Germans a bunch of words. He knows about English like me, or maybe even a little worse, and in three minutes of his monologue he gave out everything that was in his stock. Somewhere in the middle, maybe there was even something about "London Is the Capital of Great Britain", well, or it seemed to me. All this time I sat in the sand, listened to him and was sad. Germans did the same. When Nikita finished, one of them looked at me, said: "quarrel" and left with her friend. 30 meters from us sat two more guys, they undressed at them and went swimming. I laughed at Nikita and this story all our time in Barcelona and did not let him communicate with girls anymore.
On the way home, we were attacked by Negro prostitutes, who grabbed for a member and shouted: "blowjob - 20 euros, blowjob - 20 euros." A couple of them were trickier and grabbing one member by the cock, the second tried to pull the phone out of her pocket. We dispersed them (it was good for Nikita to drive women away well) and went to sleep. In my rented apartment my room was with a balcony, and of course, I left it open at night so that at least some freshness would save me amid this stuffiness. And motorcycles drove down the street all night, cars honked at them and the Spaniards and not the Spaniards just yelled. So I slept little and badly, but what difference does it make - I had to understand in the morning what this city is in daylight, and for what it can be loved in addition to the sea and cheap wine. Although as if besides this I still needed reasons.