I really can't recall when was the last time I visited this place. It used to be quite important to me. Sometimes daily routine makes things fall into oblivion. This memorial always reminds me of my childhood and grandfather. Generally, mens' history in my family - including mine - has been always tied to aviation. It still is.
Visiting this place was unexpected and spontaneous. I fell into a bit nostalgic mood, but with somewhat uncomfortable "tint" to it. I've been standing at the crossroads for some time now, questioning some of my decisions and choices from the past, trying to understand what has stood behind those. Well, we'll see where it will lead me now...