It was summer 2004, when I was 14 years old. My mother and I, while resting in Evpatoria, bought a ticket for a one-day tour of the sights of the southern shore of Crimea.
At 6 a.m. we were picked up by a bus.
While I was enjoying the views from the window, my mom was talking to the girl who was sitting next door. I remember that she introduced herself to Svetya from the city of Minsk, she also rested in Eupatoria, she looked like she was 25 years old, I remembered her blonde curly hair and a pleasant smile.
In the continuation of the entire tour, my mom told the light already well-known story to me - "Oh, husband, an alcoholic, oh money netu, my daughter is raised in the university, ahh so difficult to live!!“Aha, Aha Aha”
When our companion was interested in how I live, my mother was responsible for me, said that I was just wonderful, continuing my heartbreaking story about my difficult fate.
Upon arrival at the first paid attraction, my mom loudly and proudly stated that we don't have money, Light immediately called to pay for us, my mom first refused, but after a short deal accepted the offer of a new acquaintance.
This story was repeated at the entrance to the museum, and at the tasting of Crimean wines, and in the cafe. My mother thanked the good girl for her help.
To repay the debt, Mom and her new acquaintance agreed to meet in Evpatoria on the beachfront near the entrance to the nightclub.For every case, Svetha wrote on a towel her contact information, her temporary address in Crimea and permanent in Minsk.
On the day of the meeting, my mother and I came to the beach, my mother began to look for a nightclub, but after a short search, she gave up with the words, "Oh, Oh, I will never pay back my debt! When I reminded my mother of the note left by the Light, my mother replied that the towel had been lost.
The summer has passed, I was preparing for the school year, rushed into the boxes in search of some shit to my amazement in the pile of bills and papers was lying the same towel.