For me, Saturday's had a more spiritual and holy meaning than any other Sunday could ever have. I vaguely remember my grandfather-Vladimir-the person who evokes in me so many memories and so many smiles...One that I remember, …show more content…
Once I grew up I found out that he, a former sailor, wandered every sea and oceans until he reached the Chinese shores. From then on, I enjoyed his stories and even though I was older I loved listening and telling them. I was six during the time he was “trying my mind”, and asking me about the …show more content…
He even gave me homework, can you imagine that? My own grandfather! I had to memorize twenty capitals each week, and when I say that, I mean, twenty...capitals...each...week! But, I wasn't complaining too much, because I got a good reward which was candy and money! It’s all a child can ask for. The truth is, my mom was always taking my money because she knew I would've spend them on more candy. After that I was always wanting to learn more and I was always looking for new sources of knowledge including candy. When I was 10 he fascinated me with more stories from the hunger times. He taught me to be humble and to appreciate everything that I have. At the same age of 10 he introduced me to the lecture, that I fell in love rapidly. Starting with Dabija, Rebreanu, and Petrescu finishing off with Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, and Chekhov. I read them all. When it was his 85th birthday I gave him flowers and he then said, “You know, nobody gave me flowers before.” One thing that I always knew was that he loved me. He loved to spoil me and watch how I was growing up and becoming taller than him. Though, every grandparent has its “favorite” grandchild and I knew that deep down in his soul, my grandfather