The Best: Brilliant, Beautiful and Young
The huddled elite of Europe were in an unprepossessing state
as pouring rain was damping their hopes for their future reign.
These were the best: brilliant, beautiful and young that we oldies
can attest. Their see through plastic macs reprising our youth on
a visit to the not groovy Leningrad where to the Russian young our
cheap copies of this attire were what the youth we met wanted to
acquire now it is St. Petersburg so rich and so chic that makes us want to tweet in awe.
In the bus shelter it was all helter-skelter, the EU's young elite showed
off their confidence in several ways: laughing and giggling, animatedly
talking amongst themselves, then they and we encouraged no Tower
of Babel because they all spoke uber English and damn it seemed so able too.
Some of us quipped the best with them showing that if they can speak our lingo
we would gently tease them in (mock?) envy: they retaliated by taking photos of
us together doing a Mexican wave (surely - well before their time) so history in both
the Yankee and Brit sense of the term learned by them and re-remembered by us.
We left them to catch our coach - leaving them their unknown futures that events will not
turn them into cynics even if grow a healthy scepticism of all isms - including this one -
that comes with age. We sighs - that their positive ideals will not be confounded and their
their hypnotic energy will not lead to a too leathery lethargy as they begin their voyage as
trainee advisers to the government of one of Europe's most tolerant and richest states.
Copyright © Peter Dorr | Year Posted 2013
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