We are twenty and thirty years old. We finished school, we are still studying, and working. We are still trying to find our place. We engage ourselves in the arts, while making careers in corporations. We travel to Asia and South America. We have goals, we have dreams. Time flies as quickly as information. We check in at popular places, like our moves, we add tags to our steps. We are not interested in blueprint solutions. Our parents’ schemas are not for us. Weddings and kids just not for us. We are still young. Might as well play.
We don’t go to fancy clubs that are driven by media and celebrities. We care less about politics and more about alternative culture. And we both have our homes. Alternative Berlin is closer for us than glittering Moscow. We drink cheap vodka and beer in the park, we dance to the same music that our peers do in the west. Weekends are the time when we breathe, when we forget about our problems. During the weekend we try to find love and during the weekend we lose love. And only sometimes returning home late at night on a bus we do feel lonely.
We are living. Lets figure out what happens next. Then again, maybe not.