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talking to the trees

Most experiences cannot be discussed. No one wants to hear the ugly truth, and chances are you will be attacked for sharing it. To be able to speak freely means that you need a willing listener, otherwise you are just talking to the trees. Time and again I have come to understand that there is no difference between New York and Moscow, no difference between East and West. They are just cults of personality, built on violence and money and moral quicksand.

The life of an expat evolves from those early, awkward victories to one of assimilation or in cases like mine - eventually understanding that you have no country you can (or want to) call home. I am left with just these four walls and my family. This apartment is the only place I actually belong. This is the only place I do not need to soft-pedal my thoughts, where I do not need to apologize for what I have unearthed. The river of betrayal runs deep whether I look outside, or across the ocean. Willful ignorance, willful indifference…

(What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love, and Understanding - a peaceful song

the darkest day

home and home (bite your tongue)

the cold and the bagels

black like them

the in-between moment

rotten eggs (the bad father)

the bridge

(how to finish) The Year of the Horse

no museums (Fernando)

Rocco (please take a moment to vote for us before midnight Oct 22)


manhattan (and a jasmine sazerac)

passing Gagarin (the Americans)

the props make the character

under the skin

the princess and Potempkin


terribly awake

Partizanskaya (where everyone is smiling)

don't eat (the blueberries)

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