Life is full of mysteries. I’m saying that because today I woke up, opened my eyes and started to wonder if there’s a particular reason for me being in this place now. It is a mystery for me really how did I end up in Bangkok and how is it I’m teaching at university. You could say it happenned because of the choices I made. Yes and not. It is not that I am a fatalist and believe it’s all was predestined. It’s just what sometimes I think the selection of choices we have is rather odd. Before I will explain what I mean, I’d like to share my belief. I think all human beings, realize or not, have some abnormal abilities or supernatural powers. Here are 2 examples of people with such abilities I have met in my life. You can say this pick is random. I guess it is not, as both cases made me wonder and reflect on for a long time. They left a trace. Random doesn’t exist anyway. It is something what is temporary out of our mindframe.
Once I worked as a barman in a pub for a couple of months. Probably I could stay there a few weeks more, if I wouldn’t pick up a fight on a nearly daily basis (himuliating others, in a way, is a habitual English entertainment. Having a Russian barman in their local pub, est. circa 1780 definetely was challenging tolerance of many of its patrons: it shook the picture of their world in a way). Most of the customers were regulars. It was a traditional English local pub. It means what you see the same people every day and hear the same jokes from them daily. You get used to them very quickly. “Regular” is somebody who doesn’t tell you what they want. They will tell you: “my drink, please”, as they come in and drink the same thing every bloody day. I knew most of the regulars not by names, but by their drinks. One of them was an old chap whose drink was bitter. He will be in every evening after work, will take 2 pints of Tetley’s and sit somewhere in a corner hardly saying a word to anybody, like a piece of furniture. He was there Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Saturday and Sunday were not exception apart he would come early afternoon and will have his 2 pints two times. Once I was asked by another regular, “Bacardi and a splash of Cola, no ice please”, for something like a program for horse racing. I did not have a clue there it was kept. So that chap from the corner told me to look under a pile of boxes with pool chalks and old phone books on a top shelf. I extracted what was required from under a layer of dust the size of level of snow in the middle of winter somewhere in Siberia. I was surprised and asked him how he knew. He answered: - I am coming to this pub every day for over 40 years. I was so shocked what couldn’t find anything better than ask: - Why? - Because I changed it. I lived before in Surrey, - explained he.
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