We are twenty and thirty years old. We finished school, we are still studying, we work. We are still trying to find our place. We engage ourselves in the arts, we make careers in corporations. We travel to Asia and South America. We have goals, we have dreams. Time flies as quickly as information travels through optical fiber. We check in at popular places, like our moves, tag our steps. We are not interested in blueprint solutions. Our parents' patterns are not for us. Weddings and kids are not for us. We are still young. For now we play.
We don't go to fancy clubs, we don't care about plastic celebrities promoted by media. We are less concerned about politics and more about alternative culture. But we have our spots. Alternative Berlin is closer to us than glittering Moscow. We drink cheap vodka, we drink beer in the park. We dance to the same music as our peers in the west. During the weekend we breathe, during the weekend we forget. Ourselves and about our problems. During the weekend we try to find love and during the weekend we lose love. And only sometimes, when taking a night bus home, we feel lonely.
For now we live. Later we will figure out what happens next. Then again, maybe not.
