Long time ago in the 1980s before going to America I saw some old photos of a man in the military uniform. At the time I thought he was my great-grandfather, a Cossack in the Imperial Russia’s military. But then years passed and I lived in America and traveled in the world. I did not even remember these photos until the beginning of 1999 when the Kosova war started. Then I thought that my great-grandfather was a Cossack and I started behaving accordingly in my efforts to assist Serbs and Russians in Kosova, because so many Cossacks fought there. But then the war ended and I returned back to my old state of mind, although I did copy some Cossack music on the net. And then years passed and I returned back to my little town from my 13-year world journey and I started doing some family research finding out that a man in the military clothing in these old photos was actually some distant relative of mine in the 19th century. So I had nothing to do with Cossacks, but what makes this story funnier is that some people in my little town had made my father to be believe that he is a Cossack too and they called him so. Some people even introduced me to other people saying that ‘This is the son of Cossack’. So basically the whole little village in my little town had this common delusions, the Cossack delusion. Basically people were mentally ill with false memories and strange delusions.
Often in little towns like my little town people know each other more closely than in big cities, but there can be some amusing events due to these relations. Over a decade ago when I returned here I went to some bars and people unknown to me came and talked with me saying all kinds of things. Some of the most amusing ones were when people told me that I was a CIA agent and asked all kinds of questions. Not everybody who has returned back from America is a CIA or any other agent of any kind. I have no link to the CIA. But due to these events I stopped visiting bars and other places and concentrated to live alone. People have also misunderstandings such as one when they thought that a green card holder is an American citizen, some people just know so little. I have not gone to any bar or any other places in over half a decade, but focused on my life in my loneliness.
I think it’s good to have comic relief on your past delusions. I think when you take them very seriously you make them stronger and more prone to come back (Maybe?).
I lived my 80s in Finland, I was quite good in the university and completed all my course requirements in just less than three years for my Master’s degree in engineering and management. The university time was very easy for me. During those years I also traveled in places such as London, Moscow, Paris and spent even three weeks in Leningrad to study Russian. In my degree there was a requirement to have 180 ‘studying weeks’, but I had 235, so 55 more than it was required for the degree. I enjoyed my university life during which I had also many girlfriends.
If I could turn back the time, I would, but I can not. I really liked my university years. While being a student, I was an assistant in marketing, operations research, PC software programs. I had even an official post in the university as a math assistant,I was very good in math. I was just a student. There was a professor in the university who taught a course of material strengths and many people complained how difficult it was to pass this course, but I passed it with the best grades. During my university years I was also a Vice President of one stock holding company that was established by 45 students and we played with stocks in the stock market. If I could turn back the time, I would, but I can not.
My SZ began in my college days. I dropped out of school and headed for Europe. I had to have my girlfriend bring me back, a broken man. I haven’t been right since then. I’m 73 now and living with my stepfather who is 92. No joke. I’d love to have the university days you had mjseu. Coincidentally I was studying Russian. I think we’ve spoken before. What a strange world. What a strange world it is!
Typical Russian song. Lots of soul. The presentation especially. Although it is not as I remembered things being in Moscow in 1959. This presentation is kind of sloppy. The guys look funny in those costumes. What are those things on their chests. Are those for bullets?
Year ago when that revolution happened in Kiev, one of my relatives knew immediately that there would be a war in Ukraine. This my relative studied 7-8 years in various cities of the Soviet Union such as Moscow, Leningrad and Kiev. But when you think what the cost this revolution has had, over 6000 people dead and over million displaced. Cossacks are always on the side of the Imperial Russia.
