I clearly remeber the day when you entered my life, not long ago actually, it was August 1995, I was only 13. I rememeber my surprise when my brother brought me a CD with two men shaking hands and one was, what? Burning alive, but why? What does it mean?
Typical questions for a 13 year old kid, right? And man on the back side: no face, no hands, diver with no water splash? Lonely vail in the woods. You look at it but see nothing.
“What is this?” I asked my bro, and he said only one word: listen.
So I did.
And did it change my life, oh boy, for good or bad I don’t know yet, but this is one the greatest memories I have from childhood, and still listening and it reminds me of those great moments.
Now as a grown up, but still 13-year-old man, I understadt what absence really means, not just the absence of a person, but of connection, of warmth, of understanding. That’s what Wish You Were Here became for me: a bridge between that 13-year boy and grown up man.
I wish they were here.
