Think back to yourselves as young high school girls. Exams, dates, friends, a thirst for freedom. We are free artists, expressively throwing more and more colours onto the canvas of the future. And certainly the most vivid, the brightest future. The picture of our life must be glued to the eyes, it will never crack or fade. It doesn't even need a safety glass, it can withstand heat and damp. OUR picture is flawless.
What was the least of our worries at the time?
About health, about the inevitable grief of life's journey, about being 50, 60, 75 someday. My God, 60 years old! Are these flabby grannies with shabby bags on their knees in the tram, in the queue at the savings bank? In fact, not long ago, at 50 they were already getting ready for retirement and put not only the sum of money in that word, but also the total sunset. The plan: remove the flaking painting from the wall, take it to the closet, hang a kitten calendar instead, celebrate the grandchildren's birthdays there and count the days until complete dementia.
But here's a jubilee peeking out from over your shoulder. And if you're glad to see it, like a friend who's been promising to stop by for a long time, you're in luck. If you've realised that 50 is that age of freedom, you're a lucky person! YES, 50 is what psychologists consider the age of freedom, happiness and a new youth. Those over 50 will confirm it. And for those who still don't believe it will be there, we'll show you. We'll introduce our new heroine, Aleksandra!