Why, Stan? WHYYYYY
It's just...
I was living my boring steady life, working in the office, translating stuff, merging satellite images into giant maps, drawing stupid sketches during lunchbreak, dreaming about getting enough sleep at the weekend and maybe going for a long walk as soon as dog-days are over...
And then one of my best friends - the one I was planning to invite to the cinema or something in the next little while - just calls and says he have left the town and is working as a military interpreter on some freaking battleship.
I'm happy for him, of course. The guy is a proper genius when it comes to translation, and military interpreter is sooooo much cooler than an interpreter in backwater spa town...
But... Hell, it's already two of my closest friends are now miles away (and the other two have started families and don't have much time to hang out with me). Damn, I feel like I'm missing something in my life

Well, good luck to you, you showoffer. You owe me a compass.

Второе. Я серьезно понимаю твои чувство, когда друзья далеко. Причем в обоих смыслах, так испытано на мн6е неоднократно. Видимо, мы очень социальные люди, раз так принмиаем близко это. Чертова инверсия.
А в целом и по отдельности твоя работа выглядит потрясной фотографией, просто обработанной многими фильтрами) А море, никаких сомнений, самое настоящее!
Ты знаешь, мы все, включая кошек, тебе рады)))))