Ieva. 19 years. Lithuania. Living ambiguous life.
During lecture I was reading H. Murakami’s book - “Norwegian Wood” and my friend noticed me. She came near by me and asked:
- What are you reading?
I showed the cover of the book where was written author and the title. She looked at me and asked:
- Is he Norwegian?
I was staring at her with a stupid smile. She laughed in her cute voice.
- I think you should go, you were going somewhere, right?
- Yeah, I was, - she laughed again.
That moment I’ve realized that I’m the only one who reads books in my group. I don’t blame them, because many people have different hobbies. Yeah, I’m different. People whom I study photography are wondering why I haven’t chosen to study something connected with sports. If I play soccer for many years It means that I have to study sports? I feel like that those people think I’m not talented enough to be a good photographer.