of course. You can let yourself do many things. No, I don’t mean smoking or drinking alcohol. I like nothing of that kind. But something in your life really changes. For instance, you become an adult. There’s no way back. You can’t return to your childhood and do the things you did not long ago. You skipped about like a child. You used to run about the garden. Now, it’s all over. I can’t even realize it’s all over.
I’m Greek. My mother, Evangelina, is also Greek, my father, Roberto, being Italian.
Today is a marvelous day. I have nothing else to say about it.
Although I have had a dream since I was a child. I don’t know why this is so. And only today at night, have I stopped dreaming about her.
Right. I’ve seen a woman. To be closer, it was a girl. A young girl. Four years younger than me.
Roxy
14 July 2012
I’ve entered London University to train as a Spanish student on a grant. I love Spanish most of all. I think it’s better for me to study all the other languages by myself. Especially Greek.
Right – the boy from my dreams is Greek! And my biological father’s Greek. Although I can’t forgive him in any way, it’s not an excuse to stop learning this beautiful, amazing language. To say «Milao ellinika’2 meant a lot to me. For example, one could boost their spirit because of the fact of speaking Greek itself!
As far as I know, his name is Maximilian. He’s got curly dark hair and big round brown eyes. Frankly speaking, he is so handsome!
I started seeing him in my dreams when I was two years old sharply. He was little at the time too. I’d say he looked like an angel. I dreamed about my playing various games with him. Although in my dreams, I was already grown-up. And in reality, I was a child…
However, as time passed by, I saw Maximilian appear in my dreams less and less. One day, I completely ceased seeing the boy. This day was when I turned thirteen. My thirteenth birthday! And what for? I had a desire to have more dreams with Maximilian present there!
But I must continue to live. I’ve entered the university, so I have another six years of studies ahead of me. Four years of undergraduate studies plus two years of doing my Master’s degree.
I’ve decided that I’ll stick to my major for the whole period. It would come in handy for me – Spanish is the easiest language to learn, and I will have time to learn the other languages as well.
Today, Mum said we would go to Italy for a holiday. For two weeks. I was overwhelmed because visiting a new country is a perfect opportunity of exploring the world. Especially after a long time spent at school. Therefore, we fixed the date of departure – the beginning of August, 1 August.
I’m looking forward to the trip very much.
Maximilian
14 July 2012
That girl stopped visiting me in my dreams a few days ago. Pity. She was very beautiful. What was her name…? I don’t even know. She didn’t introduce herself. Wavy hair, violet eyes… In a word, she looked like an angel. If only I met her in real life!
Nevertheless, I already have a girlfriend whom I love. Her name’s Maria. I love her more than my life. She’s the same age as me.
We lived in Crete, in a city called Iraklion. Iraklion is the so-called «capital’ of Crete.
I was going to enter the university. However, Maria wasn’t. «Let it be,» I thought. It didn’t matter to me. Actually, I didn’t care. What mattered to me was the fact that Maria and me loved each other.
I met her at school, in year 7. I was over the moon then. She was really beautiful. Since that moment, we have avowed our undying love for each other.
And we loved each other a lot. We even wanted to marry when we saved a bit of money. It was the biggest dream of my life. We’d have two or even three children – as many as Maria would want…
My parents both were lawyers, so it wouldn’t be a problem if Maria didn’t study at university. She’s a future mother of my children anyway.
Thus, Maria got a job in a restaurant as a waitress.
«Maximilian? Won’t you be against it?»
«Why would I? Of course, I wouldn’t! My dear Maria!» I hugged her.
«Thank you very much!» she smiled. «I knew you wouldn’t be angry!»
What a maddening smile she had!
By the way, I still didn’t understand why I should be angry with Maria…
Roxy
1 August 2012
I’ve got violet eyes. It’s a fact. And long wavy hair. Mum says it suits me perfectly.
Today, it’s the day of our departure. I’ve taken my diary with me, so I’ll be able to write down something interesting.
When Mum and me found our seats, the pilot announced:
«Ladies and gentlemen, we will be showing our safety demonstration and would like a few minutes of your attention. There are several exits on this aircraft. Please take a few moments to locate the exit closest to you…»
Up, up, and up into the sky! It is awesome just to fly and think about nothing.
I want it so much! I wish the plane was flying faster and faster!
«Where are we going, Mummy?»
«To Sicily.»
«Sicily?»
I’ve never been there. Because I’ve been studying at school all that time. Now, it’s time for holidays.
While we were flying, I wrote a few lines about my school in my notebook. Right, apart from the diary, I’ve got a small notebook.
It took us three hours to get at the place.
After some time, the pilot finally announced:
«Ladies and gentlemen, we are now landing at Palermo Airport… It’s a sunny day with a light breeze… Please remain seated until we’re safely parked at the gate. Thank you for flying with us today, and we’re looking forward to seeing you on board in the near future. Have a nice stay!»
It was sunny! And it was great! A light breeze…
We got out of the plane and caught a taxi to arrive at the hotel, a three-star one.
It was hot here indeed. I put on trousers and a pink T-shirt. I like pink. It’s one of my favorite colors. I’m also fond of purple, blue and light-blue.
As we were in the hall, we were introduced to the receptionist, Domenico, and the porter, Luciano. I drew attention to the latter. Luciano turns to be two years older than me. Perfect!
I thought, «at least, I can make friends with him, I guess.»
Luciano literally flew up to us and took our bags to bring them upstairs, smiling. Our room was on the fourth floor.
After Luciano carried our luggage into our room, he asked me:
«What’s your name?»
He had good English, this Luciano.
«Roxy.»
«What a nice name!» he exclaimed. «How old are you?»
«I’m getting fourteen in a few weeks.»
«Wow! And when exactly?»
I thought whether I should tell him the date or not.
«Roxy!»