These boots are made for walkin'

... and that's just what they do ... or rather did. I did it, finally. I threw them away. My blue Chuck Taylors are gone.

They say that in order to know someone you have to walk in their shoes for some time. And I guess there is a bit of truth in it. If you had walked in those shoes, you would have gotten the chance to know quite a bit about my life. You'd have worn them on the evening of the day they were purchased and tapped them to the music of "Talkin' bout a revolution" as you were sitting in a concert hall in Boston and listening to the amazing Tracy Chapman singing live. You'd have walked in them on the Walk of Fame in Los Angeles and visited many amazing cities like Paris or London. You'd have danced so many "Cotton Eye Joe" or "Tunak Tunak" dances on AIESEC conferences. You'd have worn them to several dates, some exciting and promising, some disappointing - (yes, I do wear them then as I believe in WYSIWYG, so I usually don't dress up). You'd have danced many a night away in Flex, Chelsea or Charlie P's. You'd have filled them with an extra pair of socks and worn them on winter nights earning disapproving looks from your friends and parents, but you'd not have cared as you believed they are the perfect shoes for every weather. Therefore you'd have gotten your feet drenched because as it turns out they are not waterproof - who would have known ;-). You'd headed in them for so many lectures, exams and meetups with friends. You'd have left your trails around Vienna streets during day and night. You'd have almost thrown them away two years ago because you'd thought they passed their due date. But then you'd would have recognized that they are not worn out and old but experienced and even look so much more fashionable and alternative with more holes and dirt on them and you'd have reinstated them. You'd have used them to mobilize the pedals of your bike as you were making your way through the traffic. You'd have seen them not only as shoes anymore but as some kind of fashion statement that should symbolize your attitude & lifestyle as a not-posh, a bit alternative, Bo-Bo student. Lately you'd have roamed the streets of London as you were aiming to walk off your frustration after coming out exhausted from interview days. And finally you would have been tying them up just minutes before you were picked up for your ride to the airport as you set out for your latest trip to Asia - well that's actually a bit untrue as you'd usually didn't tie them as you never untied them and just slipped in and out.

They were my first pair of Converse. In the meantime they got company as I acquired some variations of them. They did a good job, they were good shoes. But as they keep getting more and more holes and become kind of gross (in a not-cool way), it's time to say goodbye. May they rest in peace in the shoe heaven. Among my black Dr.Martens, my Airwalk, and many others whom I don't want to name right now in order to keep up the illusion of my coolness :-D


current music: Tracy Chapman - Talkin 'bout a revolution