Entry for April 17, 2009


I was jogging this morning. It gives you pride to jog the distance of 8 miles when you are 60. It makes you also nervous. Not because of the distance but because of the age. I remember the time some 40 years ago when I served as a conscript with air-borne troops. Every paratrooper goes through the so-called “breakthrough jump”: several initial parachute jumps may be quite ok, but a fourth or fifth jump makes you uncertain about whether you will land uninjuredJ It’s not that you are afraid – your mind tells you that things will be quite safe. But there’s something about your psychic state. You’re just.. nervous for no special reason. My breakthrough jump was a third one. The following jumps were like plain running out of a village hut. Probably, the age of 60 is also a “breakthrough threshold”, and I think the floating through the times will be easier with the future “jubilees” (how many will there be?).

The melody of Yan Frenkel’s “The Watz of Farewell” (the lyrics were written by the poet Konstantin Vanshenkin) was drumming into my ears much of the time when I was doing my rounds in the stadium. I could write “drumming for some unknown reason”, but there’s always a reason for an ear-catcher. In this case it could be the subconscious association between the rounds, my feelings and the lines from the song: “Kruzhyts’a, kruzhyts’a staryj val’sok…” (the old walz is going round and round”), “Nam rasstavat’s’a nastala pora…” (there’s time to say farewell), “Staryj, zabytyj val’sok..” (old walz that has been forgotten), “Ty, sov’ershaya polozhennyj svoj put’, …”( while finishing off the way measured for you).

Well, in his time Konstantin Vanshenkin was also a paratrooper. He might have known something about breakthrough jumps.

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