ZOOM: On the Same Wavelenght

As old Freud used to say, childhood causes everything we have. My childhood comprised movie “Point Break” and my Dad’s “The Beach Boys” tapes. That was how fearless wave-killers, jolly hooligans with their boards underarm came to settle into my mind. Then teen ages followed which were marked with a video to Jason Donovan’s «Sealed with a kiss», where a tanned handsome in shorts and a bomber jacket was moping for the passed summer holidays sitting by the fire at the coast, stake of boards at the background vividly demonstrating the way the character-singer had spent the holidays. After all there was “Beverly Hills 90210” serial, in which the main senior high school female students’ sex symbol of the 90s Dylan McKey starred by Luke Perry rushed to meet his board any time he had a spare minute from his love affairs. No doubt that was all meant to show him in the next episode picturesquely walking out of waves, his face exhausted, his skin covered with salty splashes, his hair tousled. These shorts gave endless joy to all the girls, I wasn’t the exception. So this image of a romantic hero in a wet shorts with his hair and eyelashes faded in the sun left an ever-lasting imprint in my heart.

It was Australia that I took as the sacred reserve of this rare male kind, smaller Californian and Hawaiian reserves seeming not worthy enough for such a vast dream. So later when I was in my conscious age I was gifted by a trip to the country of koalas, kangaroos and wave-killers I became totally restless, picturing the whole of my complications at the place. You can’t even imagine how surprised I was when I figured out that the streets of Sydney were all full of Syngaporean and Malayans, even the legendary Bondy beach being chary of young fit bodies. You know what I saw: 60 years old stuffy men were teaching their preschool great children to surf. Oh, that was something that made me shed tears. Then I thought that it could mean nothing in such city as Sydney with great many of operas, beautiful restaurants and oyster bars, which could fairly prevent real surf professionals to show up here. I realized I needed to leave the place and start off for the city with a speaking name Gold Coast.