When I was in school in Russia, all my summer holidays I used to spend at a small playground near my grandmother's apartment building. This is the picture, nothing much changed since that time, it ts almost the same like 20 years ago.
My parents were doctors, divorced, working, my father was remarried, my mother had a boyfriend, my grandmother was a doctor too, everyone working 8 am to 6 pm, everyday.
And of course no one had much time for me and my sister, who was in kindergarten then. So most of my summer time I was outside with the girls and boys from the same building or living in the neighborhood.
And all days long we were just playing, running, stealing candies from a supermarket around the corner and listening each others stories.
I don't remember who told us this story, but I still remember how we, a group of a girls sitting near car garages on a wooden bench surrounded by small green tree branches, were talking about it:
"There is a fairyland, a beautiful place with magic, princesses and princes. And it is in the middle of the forest. All you have to do its find the middle of the forest, there will be an old blanket and when you leave the corner of the blanket you will find the road to the fairy land."
