Aastad on möödunud tollest päevast, kui minu isa mind esimest korda sellele järvele kalale tõi. Olin toona veel posiklutt. Hiljem vanemana jätkasin juba armsaks saanud paiga külastamist ka üksinda...
Nüüd kus olen ise isa, on see päev taas tulnud...esimest korda jõudsid minu pojad selle järve vetele ja esimesed kalapurikadki said püütud.
Väga raske on kirjeldada mind vallanud tunnet, aga mingis tähenduses pöördusin ise tagasi lapsepõlve radadele...too aastatetagune päev on edasi antud - uus põlvkond on tulnud...
Years have been passed from that day where my dad first time took me to the fishing on this lake. I was a young boy on those days. Later as became older, I regularly kept visiting alone once beloved place...
Now when I am a dad, that day is back again...first time in their life my two sons arrived on this lake and their first fishes were caught...
It’s hard to put into words what I felt as a dad, but in some meanings me myself returned back to the paths of childhood...that day what years behind once was mine, has been now passed on them - the new generation has come...
Kavadi järv Haanjamaal, juuli 2011 / The lake Kavadi in Estonia, July 2011
