the plastic bag evacuation

[jo(nna)]

задали мне на английском написать текст про какой-нибудь свой сон.
и я чего-то вспомнила июльское, про то, как меня в пакет эвакуировали.
enjoy:

This “happened” around July, when my days consisted of hockey, food and videos about Sweden. We—I and presumably my family—were driving on a motorway somewhere near the northwestern border of the Russian Federation; something in my brain kept reminding me we were actually going back from Sweden. After a few minutes of calm movement, we reached a fork: the right way led to Finland, and the left one was towards the USA. This is some first-class alternative geography, I know.

Anyway, we were on the point of turning left—god knows why—when everything suddenly stopped and the evacuation began. I had no idea what had happened and where we were heading; I left my body for a moment, and it felt like a weird aerial shot from a zombie movie. People started leaving their cars and walking towards the roadsides; it wasn’t until I left our car that I knew how exactly the evacuation would be conducted: we were going to leave the road through big black plastic bags, which turned out to be tunnel-like and led to some huge underground bunker.

I swear I hadn’t smoked or drunk anything before I went to bed that night.

When I jumped into the bag, its inner coating looked silver and everything went turbulent and bubbly, as if I had fallen into water. The lack of air felt very real for a couple of seconds before I eventually fell out. I found myself in a busy corridor; a long queue led to a row of desks with neatly dressed Canadian people behind them. I discovered, not without pleasure, that everyone in this queue was guaranteed free housing in Toronto and education at any chosen university.

I wasn’t admitted to York University—or any other university in Canada—because I didn’t have a Canadian or American citizenship. In fact, so far as I can remember, I was sent home.

This kind of describes the way all things go in my life.

@музыка: we are wolves - coconut night

@темы: ~txt, ноу криминалити, онли эдьюкейшн, вселенная Василия Какашкина

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[маринкин лес]

*Фрейд сейчас закинул ногу на ногу и закурил.* Круто, потрясающе управляешься с языком.

[jo(nna)]

маринкин лес, я тем прекрасным утром, проснувшись и прокрутив в голове ещё раз сюжет увиденного, начала в подушку дико смеяться. хотя жалко, конечно, что в универ не приняли XD спасибо ^^