Note No. 31. Story of My Birth
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28th July 1819
C'est un bon jour pour l'histoire de mon
anniversaire (this is a good day for a story of my birth)! I was born in
London, anno Domini 1793. It was a little different time… Our country had not been
dead yet, there was still hope… Such a huge hopeless hope! When my mother heard
about signed Constitution*, I suddenly appeared on Earth because of her hard shock.
My parents were traveling then around England. My little older brother was
there with them.
O tempora! O mores!
When I was a little girl, I remember how my
parents used to tell me stories about their travels. I heard that London was unbelievably
boring and people ordinary and grey… I am planning to go there next year, and
we will find out with William if it is true. We also want to check out other
countries and cities. It will be wonderful!
I started writing my carnival play, which has a title
Lost Poets’ Forest. That is a little crazy undertaking but a genuinely
nice work to write. Only the content looks very… original. For sure it will be romantic,
but not sentimental… After all, this word does not mean only the one – affectivity.
Now I cannot say more because I want it to be a surprise, even for you, my dear
diary!
I must stop writing now… The chaise longue is
calling me with its mystical language… It is rainy, dark, and sad today… A
human really REALLY wants to sleep… It is after dinner so I will be long, as my
grandpa used to say. Goodnight!
*Date of Polish Constitution has been changed in
my story (1791) but you can put here your American date too.
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