"Letters to Eliza" is a tale of love. Letter No. 7

Eliza,
You can meet everyone at airports and train stations, on packed buses, sleepy trains and planes. There you can hear all the stories of the world if you take your eyes off the magazine and peer into faces. There is no place for fears, everything is real, everything exists there only today. There is no truth in yesterday and tomorrow, the truth is only now, among the hurrying and late, among the lonely sitting and waiting for their arrival or departure, or maybe someone very important, loved, maybe even you, Eliza. Trust me, they have something to tell you. I put my messages into their mouths, I beg them to sit down with you and speak for a long, long time in the hope that you will listen. They know about countries where there is a lot of sun, where it is easy for people, where there are no wars. They have been to the tops of the highest mountains, in the middle of vast deserts, at the bottom of the deepest oceans. They speak so many languages, even yours. I whisper words to them that you will certainly recognize. They will smile with familiar smiles, read the lines on your hand. There will be only good things in these lines. In them we meet, in them we will become one.

Anastasia Volkhovskaya