god.. when i was a child, i had russian book which i loved to read. (muschketjer i fea). in my favourite chapter there was a boy walking down a street in the late evening while snow was falling.. conceiving he is a musketeer defending the women he loves. (he met her exactly on this road..) the whole situation, the moment, was so clearly described in the book, so i could see the road as if it was in front of me.. it is almost as if you printed out my imagination..
it was kinda a sad story, so now i have to wipe off some tears :'). it is so unbelievable.. :')