a bit postponed. sorry. won’t happen again anymore.
Here’s something to help you make it through a quiet Sunday.
BijouTerrier, a Slovakian punk band, tells us a story of one Vanya from Vorkuta. His life is rather sad: after his heroin-addicted mother dies, he decides to get out of there by transporting some radioactive substances to Moscow. Continue reading
Some time has passed since I did one of those news updates, and some things have happened during this time. To cut a long story short and to prevent you from being aware of my life, here come brand new Top Several Things ho help me express myself more clearly. Continue reading
Bonsoir, mes cheres amis et chères amies,
Here’s the big-and-exciting-news-which-might-seem-not-so-big-and-exciting-if-you’re-living-in-other-conditions: I am (possibly though, but still, e x t r e m e l y possibly) going to France’s very own Normandie this August! Amazing, isn’t it? Continue reading
and, yes, I’m finally going back to the CR.
hey, hey, we’re the monkeys and all that
i haven’t written anything worth in here for a while, and here finally comes a new something. i’ve started this almost a month ago, so i’m turning into some awfully lazy bum, yes.
To be honest, I somehow was sure that, as long as I leave the country (which is Russia, if you’re not very aware of my life, which is fine), everything would just completely change. That, as one young Alice, I would step into a completely different world, full of creatures, actions, and rules impossible to imagine. You know, people riding sewing machines to get to the Moon, and then going back to the Earth by just jumping very-very high (everyone knows that you can jump higher on the Moon than on the Earth because of the gravity and all these sci-stuff), and, during the whole process Moon singing his wonderful song about “Neil Armstrong walking on my face…” with his retarded voice of a chalked-faced idiot. Something like that. But I am still made of flesh and blood and breathing oxygen and laughing at stupid jokes no one else ever understands. There are still plenty of chavs and just not-good people in the world, and a part of them is still somewhere around me, and the cancer cure still isn’t invented. So, if there’s such thing as half-, or even quarter-frustration, than that’s exactly what I am experiencing here at the moment. Continue reading
still no improvements here in vorkuta.
was raining today, though