TRAVELS WITH VARASEK

That train went on to Uzbekistan and I was not there. But I knew our shadows were like DNA chains. Life is a journey and we would be together again along the road. However, I have forgotten this truth so many times during the last years...

Fortunately, last San Juan's night, Varasek said to me I was a rusted boat. And I said:

"You're right. Friendship is an alarm-clock".

Nasdarovié, mariscal!!!