My family is not very big.Â And it’s not very mobile.Â My parents are divorced and they leave in Russia.Â My brother lives in Cyprus, where I stayed together with my wife and kid.Â And has been so for a long time.
And suddenly, here comes the movement.Â First, just before February started, Olga and Maxim went to Russia.Â My mother-in-law is very sick and my wife went to stay by her side.Â Then, my mother came over to Cyprus to visit us for a few days, as well as relax for some time in the mountains and take a short break from her work.Â She then left back to Moscow.
But she didn’t go alone.Â My brother went with her.Â The guy stayed in Cyprus for a few long years, and now urgently needed to leave the island for a few days, related somehow to his paperwork.Â I’m going to pick him up from the airport tomorrow.
My brother wanted to travel to Togliatti, Russia, where our dad lives.Â Dad celebrated his 50th birthday recently (Happy Birthday, Pa!) and it was very unfortunately that neither I, nor my brother could attend the party. Â It so happened that the planned trip to Togliatti had to be canceled – once again due to the virtues of the paperwork.Â However, dad took the initiative and the train to Moscow, so that he could meet with my brother Alex even if just for a few days.Â I hear that they had some really great time.
Maybe for some, this all looks like a routine. But not for me.Â People in our family don’t travel all that much. (Except maybe with the exception of my mom, who moves around a few times each year.)Â And during this month they all jumped up and moved somewhere.Â I managed to stay so far, but the month isn’t over yet.
Weird, very weird…