In 1992 my destiny took me to London, a city of adventure and wonder which became my home and where I truly had the chance to grown into my own. I remember it like yesterday: it was like magic!
My first steps on its grounds felt like taking to the wings. I knew then and there that ‘s what real freedom must feel like. There was also something else about London, something familiar and warm like home-coming; I must have been a Londoner in a previous life!
Much as I would like to take the time to mention all the wonderful places in London, I will resist the temptation on this occasion for fear that I might accidentally forget one or another of the glorious sights and thus, do no justice to the great city which is so dear to my heart.
I will, however, venture out there one symbol which has always stuck with me ever since I first went to visit Buckingham Palace: The Royal Guards standing to attention, always alert, yet unmoving, always on the watch-out for threats, yet calm and collected, always surrounded by tourists, royals and ordinary folk, yet standing alone in their posts.
All of those things and more have made a lasting impression on me which, even to this day, allows me to equate The Royal Guards with sophistication, an inner strength and good old values standing against the corrosive action of the modern five-minute-fame culture.
As opposed to reality-TV cult, The Royal Guards are anonymous as individuals, but outstanding and well-established as an institution and the passing of time only reiterates again and again their validity within the fast-living modern times: unmovable, unchangeable, the same today as they were one hundred years ago, The Royal Guards seem to transcend time and space, irrespective of trends, fashions and politics.