Dream from childhood.

few words about the photo. This is part of the preserved castle wall in the city of Grodno in the Republic of Belarus. I come from this city. This wall in the form that the photo will soon cease to exist, if not already ceased. In the castle there is a large-scale reconstruction and apparently on my arrival in my native city, I risk not seeing it anymore, in that familiar form. And only the old photos and my childhood dream will remind me of her.

From childhood I loved to come to this wall, and from its height look like the Neman runs below. And to dream - this place has to dream, and if we consider that behind the back in the castle is the historical and archaeological museum, the children's imagination drew quite vivid pictures.

In childhood I often had a dream. In general, dreams are not mine, I rarely see them. But if something dreamed, then do not expect a good one.

The first time I had this dream after the first visit to the museum and the castle, I was then probably 7 years old.

As if I am standing on a wall and I can see pictures of ancient battles, blood, cries, wounded soldiers, horses running without riders. And the thought in my head is not so; it was necessary to do everything differently. This is my mistake and mistake. And the continuation of sleep - sunset, I am standing on the wall, below the Neman River bears its waters at the foot of the castle mountain. Where are these dreams from? In my childhood there were no such epic films as: Game of Thrones or The Lord of the Rings, except that the film Ivanhoe.

But it’s not even what the films were, more than 30 years have passed, and today I had that dream again.