1980s

You sat on some bench in park. Probably... 16 years old boy was sitting next to you. He was lost in thoughts. His ginger locks were being blown by the wind. His dark eyebrows slightly frowned and the freckles on his face moved.

He smiled to himself. He wrote something in his notebook, sketched something. It was in some weird alphabet. Probably Russian. He mumbled to himself

"Moments of silence are often the real treasures... The world whisper when we least expect it."

Suddenly he realised that he said it out loud. His whole shyness and anxiety came back. He blushed heavily and glued his eyes to the ground

"uh I... Sorry I..."