Being asked about the most peaceful and amazing place, almost everybody would describe spot connected to the childhood. For me it was somewhere, where I could feel safely in every situation.
This place still exists, even though mostly in my memory. I am tightly attached to it, although it has been long years since my last visit there. Primarily because of changing, recent rennovation and totally new atmosphere. It was the place, dark room, where my beloved grandfather was writing and practising his trumpet playing, where I was taught by him the sense of art since I was four.
He was my best friend and I always even after his death, had been coming back to the cabinet with a leather chair, loads of notes, music playing from the player, the massive desk and his glasses laying always not in the place he had left them.
My memories ane slowly vanishing and someday I will realise that this place exists only for a few years more and then will be vagued completely. Now, instead of the cabinet there is just a living room and the desk was replaced by new, super-modern TV. Fortunately, he can't see it.
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