“’Will you remember this day Gogol?’ his father asked, turning back to look at him, his hands pressed like earmuffs to either side of his head. ‘How long do I have to remember it?’ Over the rise and fall of the wind, he could hear his father’s laughter. He was standing there, waiting for Gogol to catch up, putting out a hand as Gogol drew near. ‘Try to remember it always,’ he said once Gogol had reached him, leading him slowly back towards the breakwater to where his mother and Sonia stood waiting. ‘Remember that you and I made this journey, that we went together to a place where there was nowhere else left to go.’”
(Source: portraitd-unefemme)
09.03.11
