And yes, it's time. Or rather, after this call I had a rather strange conversation with my parents. If you don't go into detail, I'm going to Japan. Alone. At the age of fourteen. The exact reason for this hasty decision was not told to me. It was validly explained that it was for the sake of my own "bright future" and that Mom and Dad always dreamed of getting a higher education in Japan. Basically, they told me that all my life. It's not for nothing that I was taught Japanese at the age of three. But it's one thing to know and master Japanese and it's quite another to know Japanese culture.
Up to the age of eighteen, I was hoping to make up for this missed moment and to make up for it on my own before entering university. My family decided that I would go to Japan after I was of age. But these plans will not come true. My mother insisted that it would be better if I started studying Japanese culture right away, while I was in Japan. Why Japan? Well... my older brother, Roma, enrolled at Oxford University. And then I decided to follow in my dad's footsteps and intern in Italy. The decision was made in my childhood, and my brother somehow took it easy. They decided to put me on the path of technology. And you know? I also took it quite calmly.
The problem is that I'm smart. I am only fourteen, but many things I know and understand better than any genius professor and doctor of science combined. Although maybe it was me who bent the stick. But I'm sure if I wanted to, I would have wiped my nose off everyone. If I had a desire... And I don't have one. None at all.
I'm very lazy.
But I can't take away my love for technology, computer, and logic games. And for the most part, I'm not interested in the process of the game itself, but in how this or that game was created. How could a person think of it? How did he calculate the steps? What are the strategic maneuvers? And the code language? For me, this world is perfect. It is completely subject to logic, which I love and understand.
And knowing my passion, my parents assured me that Japan, a technological country, is just right for my interests. It is pointless to argue with this, and it is painful. Laziness...
But still... I recently received a passport in Russia. A minor. My parents will stay at home. I can take care of myself, but somehow all this speed of events makes me a little tense.
- Smetanka, don't worry," Mom assured me, solemnly clenching her fist and smiling.
- You will be met there by a very good acquaintance from Italy. He will worry about your admission to one of the most prestigious schools in Japan.
- Mom, I was tired of biting off a piece of cookies and drinking tea.
- Don't call me "Smetanka. And as well... Who is this man? What does he look like? Do I know him? What is his name?
- Smetanka, don't tell your mother! - The woman's voice was raised by a strict tone of voice.
- You are my daughter and I will decide what to call you. Especially... - Mom smiled again.
- That nickname suits you very well. - The woman gently stroked my white hair like snow.
Yes, I did. Fits. Actually, I wasn't born with such hair. I used to have dark brown hair, just like Daddy. However, when I was three years old, there was a fire in our last house that I was in. I don't know exactly what happened there, and what was the cause of the fire, but when the firemen pulled me out of the burning house, all the curls were whiter than snow. Although it looks very strange. The gray, wavy hair just below the shoulder blades, the light golden eyes, which, compared to the pale skin, are more lemon-colored, but the thick dark brown eyebrows and eyelashes. And taking into account the fact that I do not sleep at night, and sit on the Internet, in conclusion, I have an eternally tired look, dark circles under the eyes and a dull expression of the face.
- Dar, you will know everything when you arrive in Japan," my father explained, trying to cheer me up with his smile. But I felt great that something was wrong. - Dad, you were on the phone with that man, weren't you? - I asked, and I decided to go straight ahead.
- Why don't you tell me what was really going on? I can see you're not telling me something.
Mom and Dad looked at each other in silence.
My parents didn't know what to say. Or rather, they knew but decided to keep silent, as Mom resorted to her favorite method of defense - the offensive.
- Serra Darya Sebastianovna! Well, here we go. My full name sounded. And when it happens, to be in trouble. Mom will definitely find something to pick on. - What do you think we are, enemies? We are your parents and we wish you only good!
- Yes, yes... - I sighed, knowing that now there will be a flood of instructions and moral teachings, which simply cannot be avoided.
By the way, yes, my name is Serra Daria. True, everyone in the family calls me Darya. Even at school, I accustomed all my acquaintances to either Daria or Darya. No Dasha or Dasha. Only Darya and Daria. It's just how my mother wanted to support my Italian roots on my father's part. I also had a family. My mother is Russian, a father is Italian, brother is in Europe, and I am going to Japan. Great! Well... at least I'll sleep on the plane.