18 years ago it was Friday - a beginning of the long weekend (7th of October was the Day of the Soviet Constitution). I was alone in my room, preparing for a date. Suddenly something flew behind the window. Like a very big bird. But it was not a bird - it was a drunken law student… He lied down on earth very peacefully, blue jeans, white shirt, tiny stream of blood. I don’t think he did that on purpose. We all liked to sit on the window-sills. I lived on 10th, then on 9th floor. Above there were law and philosophy students, below - historians.

I still remember that day, that dead guy and still feel sorry for his parents.

Here’s the building where it happened:

Posted by Nadya in English, past