WHILE MY FIRST friends were those I made when I first attended school at seven years old, one of Emily’s first friends came along BEFORE she was even born.
Nuri and Emily were born three weeks apart but were destined to meet.
Nuri comes from a lovely and “da-rling” family – his full name is Danuri, sisters Danita and Danina, parents David and Daravan.
Nuri is named after Typhoon Nuri that battered Hong Kong one day in August of 2008. His parents had driven through Signal 9 to get to the hospital for his safe delivery on 23rd August.
(No. 9 signal is issued by the HK Observatory when “gale, or storm-force winds are increasing or expected to increase significantly in strength.” That was the first No. 9 signal in five years.)
For Nuri’s sake, I was secretly thankful it wasn’t Typhoon Wanda (1st Sepember 1962) that came that day, else I might not be calling him Nuri today! Typhoon York (16th September 1999) or even Typhoon Victor (2nd August 1997) would not have been so bad.
As Nuri lay safe and snug in his mother’s arms, “more than 400 flights were reportedly delayed or cancelled. Typhoon Nuri had wrecked 180 fish hatcheries in Tai Po and forced the Olympic horses out of Hong Kong.” (South China Morning Post, 23 August 2008)
When Daravan and I first met in October 2008, we bonded instantly over our babies. And Moscow – we were there at different points of our lives. Whenever we met over lunches or dinners, we’d exchange stories of Nuri and Emily, and I’d practise my Paruski with Daravan, master of six languages, including Russian and French.
The babies finally met one day in April.
Я помню, пить много воды… Я скучаю по тебе моя дарагая.
May we meet again one day in future 🙂