Old friends...

Following on from my last ramble....
I've been listening to some old music which has led me to reminisce about things, people etc. In particular I listened to a CD recently which was my companion in the summer of '89 (no, it wasn't Brian Adams) when I spent several weeks in Austria. I was part of a bunch of people doing some voluntary work with Eastern European refugees at the time and it was a tremendous experience.
As with these kind of things, one of the best parts was all the great people I met, not least of whom were the gang that I worked and lived with. A motley assortment of folks from all over the world - Canadians, Americans, South Africans, English and one solitary Scotsman (me)!

This is what I'm on about however. You meet people, you share everything with them, you form a bond of trust and friendship - really good friends - and then when you all split up and go back to your own lives and routines, you lose touch. How strange it is that these strong bonds between people can just fall by the wayside.

I remember my Dad telling me the same sort of thing about his days in the Army. There he lived, worked, trained and fought beside people who trusted you with their very lives! These guys would have died for each other if necessary. But as my Dad said - when he left the army, they all exchanged addresses, promised they would write and visit, keep in touch. And there would be one or two letters, maybe a Christmas card, but then they would stop.... and before you know it, years have gone past and you've completely lost touch.

My own experience? I can barely remember the names of some of those people I spent that summer with. I know it was 19 years ago but I'm not old and decrepit yet! Now of course, I feel nostalgic about the whole experience but I haven't kept in touch with anyone who I could share that nostalgia with and it does make me feel quite sad sometimes. We shared a lot of stuff, good and bad, and it would be nice to know if they feel the same way about it as I do, or even if it affected them the same way.

Ah well, such is the way of things I suppose. Mind you, if any of the OM Ternitz '89 crowd out there ever reads this and thinks that they have a vague memory of an 18 year old kid from Fife who spent the summer sleeping in a bass guitar case...... give us a shout. I'd be overjoyed to hear from you...