I'm originally from Russia (came here in my 20s), and every contact with Moscow results in yet another horror story that I write into a book, or in a nightmare that eventually also makes its way into a book. To those of you who know my past, you know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, my mom called yesterday. My current solution to every bit of terrible news I hear is to bloody write it all out. And so I did. And here is a blog post about it.
YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN HAPPINESS.