Hi, this is John Resnov, reporting for duty!!
Sorry for that beginning, but that’s what I usually say when meeting new people in the army. Actually, I don´t know why the heck I’m talking in this way with this diary I just started to write. Well, even though this seems to be a little weird, I will present myself to this diary. I don’t care if many people come to read this, or even if anyone becomes aware of its existence, because my real goal of writing this is to portray the most important events of my life for eternity, or well, until this diary lasts.
So, as I said, I’m going to present myself. My height is 1,80m, a common height where I live. My hair used to be blond when I was a kid, but maybe because of the sun lights or something like that, it turned to light brown when I became a teenager. My eyes, well, a lot of people have told they are beautiful, and sometime I feel that’s true, considering that they are deeply green, like if a thick jungle full of trees inhabit them. As my father used to say, my body can be described as a white-skinned solid wall. Before entering the army, I was a skinny boy, but after all these months, all my “experience” in the army is shown by my body.
Since I was born, I have lived in a small house in Moscow with my father. We were a little poor, but I never had complains; he always made sure that water and food never lacked in the house. When he was working, I always spent my time playing in the back courtyard, even though it was sometimes difficult because of the harsh and cold climate. Although he had to work a lot of hours a day, he tried to spend time with me every time he was at home.
Everything changed when we started to collect different kinds of coins to make collections. At first, we loved to look for new coins together; going trough different conventions that showed a lot of rares coins that a “real” coin collector must have. But, then, he became obsessed with the coins. He started to spend all the money, and even all his time, in the collection. He lost everything: his job, his money, and even worse, he lost the feeling with me.
Another problem was the fact that I never knew my mother. Every time I asked my father about her, he tried to avoid the conversation with another topic. So, at the end, the abstinence of my father of talking about her, and his lost of attention toward the world and me, got me sick. That’s why, I made my decision: I joined the army.
