Many-many years ago I was born in North small city in Ex-USSR. It was a beautiful time for my family. My father was a sailor… Those days It was an extremely popular profession as a job. My mother was a teacher who has been working for 50 years in this job position. That period of time I lived in dreams.
I listened to modern music such as Queen, Dio, Nirvana and other bands which I could find on cassettes. Modern people haven’t heard about cassettes completely but it was popular audio media…
Never mind.
Hence a question: Is it important which day you were born or not? The man has a fucking continuously queue of days and every fucking day you change. It is a long process without any stops and pauses. But Why?…Why do we celebrate our happy birthday only in someday?
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