"Welcome, David..."

Sometimes we got the gifts from loved ones... Sometimes these gifts are absolutely by chance... A special smile... A chance touch of hand that you didn't expect right now and because of this it's even more movingly and longed-for... David was a gift just like one of those...

With the very simple words: "Hi, I'm David..." from somewhere above came down purposeful stream of light and warm, and because he turned out to be this very David better than one you just can't think of, the joy of meeting was particularly strong...

Maybe it may seem funny when a person sits literally pressing the nose to a huge monitor and tries to scan all the pixels that are now at this person's disposal to know better someone whom he had just been presented...

Hi, David... Welcome, David... Absolutely wonderful... wonderfully perfect... touching... pure... what else?.. such one as you made him...

I know that many people take your characters for you… and someone stays with you only as Stelios... Well, you know, my love, 'leather skinny' and big sword somewhere nearby... and others only with Erik... a man of a terrible and magnetic fate, but of whom for some reason I nothing ever heard besides some mumbling "so hot and so cool"... but it's their business... not mine...

There's a lot of characters... but you're the one... and my story is quite different... because once I've been amazed by the fact that you, still a very young man (because you were only 25-26 years old by then), were able to portray this abyss of knowledge's power and strength of the fallen angel... how?.. whose hand and when touched your forehead and left the mark of ability to see anyone as yourself, and then, stepping out of the sets, easily go and live your quite a normal life, which one might seem not only "quite common" and not that pleasant, but also hard enough, even than "hard"... Probably, you won't like it... Because it's assumed to think that a person considers his role a success only if the viewer will forget that it's Michael who's in front of him on the screen, and will be crying and laughing along with the character until "The End" words will appear... But, sorry, I consciously don't want to lie to you... I didn't manage to do this even once… I cried with Erik... was drinking and laughing along with Burke... and more... more... more... Step by step... Inhale-exhale... But was never forgetting that it's you who are doing this... asking again and again the same impersonal nondirectional question to someone who cares nothing about it: "Oh, God, how he's doing it?" and, without waiting for an answer, happily stating: "I'll never get it... well, ok... what's the difference... it's simply Michael... what is he?.." and this question was and will be much more interesting one than any others... then and now... like never before...

But I, Mickey, started talking about something else... and, it seems, to some extent not about you... and I think it was David... Sorry, I can't do otherwise... never...

So, hi, David... He's still not the one he will be in the movie itself... But one who doesn't yet know who will get him... to where he will be sold, and then packed into the scary box after been rolled up in protective material... I fear for him... Those people who are surrounding him now treat him simply as David... Accepting him just as he is... And even teaching him, giving him everyday tasks helping to achieve the required perfectness in everything never remind him that he's lower, because he has no soul, he's flowed, because his emotions are banal set of complex programs, and he's more primitive, because they convinced that he hasn't such an important thing that is obliged for any person by all means as fantasy...

I fear for you, my light boy with trusting clear gaze, accurate mimicry which somehow makes my heart whining poignant strangely... maybe because I have a feeling that he, like all the children on this impure earth will be deceived by such a good adults?.. And like all good and openhearted boys and girls he will be taught bad things, because we forgot a long time ago what that mean to love and to do not right, but "treat others the way you want to be treated"... Ah-h-h... Here they are, the mouldy God's commandments... Well, why so trite, baby... You're grown up for quite a long... and you cannot boast of deep faith even at all your assurance there's after all some supreme and very wise loving power... yes... I can't... and will not lie… but with all of this no one ever can cancel for me the necessity of some of these mossy 'worn spots'... this is very... very-very simple things, that can be defined with three words that could mean anything: "Do not harm anyone..."

I fear for you, David... You still consist of light... I look at your face and see the face of one who's showing you to me now... almost stop breathing with happiness simply because it's possible... show the creature like you just like that... almost the creature from the sky developed to help... to plant... build... heal... save... restore... continuous creation and love... for us... for people... in the name of people...

First smells... first tears... first smile... how it is?.. how it's going on with him, my love?.. what felt you when you breathed along with him for the first time?.. were you cried with tears remembering hunger, wars, poverty, unnecessarily cruelty and violence?.. If you'd only knew how much I want to feel and touch his and your thoughts... your and his senses... empathy this just right now and let me in for I can see it too... to see more than you let me...

But this is not even the film yet... This is just good... very good advertisement... sweet candy for the curious ones... perhaps... but if those who fed us this with tiny spoons of children's tea set in the 'waiting for the film' period could only feel how beautiful and necessary that is, then they probably would have pity on us and invited to lunch with magnificent b-rolls with behind the scenes and interviews with those whom we were waiting so much for these long months 'before'...

Sorry, it's just already enough of bitterness of watching the closed accounts banned for the copyright violation, for demands to remove this and that... for the emasculation and punishing for the smallest try to say a couple of words and show a couple of shots... we're sitting before the premiere bewildered, scalded, depressed by the informational hunger... The fox was running hurting everyone's feelings... several toy spoons of tar in a big barrel of longed-for honey... I will tell you a secret: "Mickey... it was a mistake... they stopped a lot of admiration for a few steps up... poured boiling water over some, some has been frozen... and things, as always, could be much better than it is now... and I see this..."

I fear for you, David... You will be living at the same time in two time points of the same world... 2012 and 2094 years of the twenty first century... It's very clever, very dull and self-confident age... You know it still a bit worse than we are, but you can make sure much better... The one who created you such a s you were in "Welcome" viral knows this just as well as I do... How to defend and help?.. How to explain that many of the things that will happen are not your fault... as always with everyone who deals with us... the crown of creation of their creators... We've been created just because someone could...

P.S. On the day when came out the "Welcome" viral, the curious disheveled sparrow flew on a pole before window... I said to him: "Hi, David... Welcome, David..." Almost unconsciously... almost uncontrolledly... Now he flew every sunny day from spring to summer...


to be continued...