My parents were vacationing in Bulgaria, my grandfather and I lived soul to soul and cooked not according to schedule, but only when we wanted to. I didn't have a girlfriend, I didn't work, I didn't study, I ate a lot of butter out of inertia. I read the "Fundamentals of Archaeology" by Professor Avdusin, copied out poems from a homemade notebook. It was the best June of my life...
