Yesterday my brother gave me a present for presents sake. He has a fascination for militaria and shouldn't be allowed near eBay. It was a silver cigarette case wrapped in incomprehensible newspaper. I like antique cigarette cases.
I know where that is I said immediately. I ran my finger over the motif. Startled to unwrap the random vista.
The texture of St Petersburg is embossed on my being. I knew the ripples of the mighty Neva even before the spike of the Peter and Paul Fortress on Hare Island. On my last trip we made a pilgrimage to almost the very spot on the cigarette case with a bottle of champagne. Somberly toasted farewell to my favourite city and watched the sun refuse to set. Nothing left to say now.
Red Army issue WW2. Great present. All the better as our David was so chuffed with his fluke.