Dear Felix:

You were born in Tashkent and lived there as a child, until you were 13 years young.

There is a magic to the way children perceive life, a newness, an excitement about what we later become jaded about. The sun seems more beautiful than later in life, the grass greener.  Life seems full of promise. This is the nature of a child’s mind.

The Tashkent that you miss, the place your friends who also experienced it as children, is much about that magic. If you lived elsewhere, as a child, you would likely miss that place. All along, we miss that life-full-of-promise.

anita