Promissed Land

My father have never seen sea! No, never ever. Once upon a time he decided to go and visit It. Packed his stuff, took a train, and headed to see a sea. Half a way there, he stopped to visit some friends in a town which had really, no, no, no - you don't get it - really-really good library. So, after few days spent in that town, he additionally spent all of his money on books! Good bye, other half of the trip! Good bye, dear sea!

[subtitle: lot years later]

When it was mentioned on a choir for the first time, it sounded like Promissed Land to me. Like I've waited for it all these years. Like it is the best thing to share with other, like it is a crown on a head, like a strawberry on a cake. Varna. One And Only :) Just think about it - singing on one of the hardest choir-festivals around, enjoying the sea, staying there few more days (idea presented to me by s.I. - idea heartfully accepted), travelling by bus all the way there and back (who said we sould never use Tedonal for our knees), crossing two country-boundries (hm, should we called these 'ours'!?), maybe even pushing bus a little bit to the nearest gas-station (some ice, mud and storm if possible, please!), visiting all those places you can see only up there, photos, guitars, tears, ... Wouldn't you want to visit it? Wouldn't you want that we go together there?



We still don' know... Is Promissed Land just Land Of Dreams or is it our Land Of Destiny?