Do I know you?

...Well we've been facebook friends for only a week or so, i don't know if it's enough time to be allowed to call you Ilusha. And the only other interaction we had was at the mispucha gathering in Maroubra a month ago. By the way that time, just before dinner started, i was chating with your mum about travels, love, and cheese (and many other topics like what do parents feel when their children are going away...) and when i turned back to the dish, i realised all the hachapuri were gone... not very far... they were all in your plate!! (and 2 or 3 already in your mouth!). So I'm glad you're going to Japan, i won't have to worry about the hachapuri at the next gathering.

Is this enough to call you Ilusha? Probably not. But there are many other things i feel i know about you, from Tatty, and now from this amazing blog. I know what it is like to be the youngest one, the only boy, the only son. And also to be the funny one, the serious and the smart ass, the extremely mature for his age but also extremely short!! (until 15 years old...) and i also know what it is like to say white when the rest of the table yell black at you (but i want to clarify that, unlike you, i never ate poo :)

So yes i feel i know a bit about you already, and i hope i'll get to know more.

I wish you a tres tres bon anniversaire! Un bon voyage et plein de belles aventures..

Take care Ilusha*

Julik