I relocated to live in Warsaw, Poland.

At this point in life, it’s pretty clear to me, for over a year now (almost two, actually) that living in Russian-speaking countries is of no option for me. I can barely breathe there, and I think my idiosyncrasy got to the highest levels.

Recently, I returned from France, and I just believe just physically being in Minsk, Belarus, is dangerous for my heatlh. I’m getting panic attacks, I’m unable to focus on anything, I feel constant danger. And I almost developed this weird feeling of paranoia, that someone’s from KGB spies on me. I’m not a high-profile target — and not even a low-profile one, actually — however, I cannot shake this feeling off, when I’m physically present in that cursed country. I feel like John Nash from A Beautiful Mind, but I have no schizophrenia. I’m just being overly emotional about what’s happening all around me.

Actually, I thought of staying in France and not coming back. France is a great country to live in. However, I had no legal reasons to do so, and I wasn’t up to being there illegally, even despite the fact I can probably support myself financially for a long time.

That’s how I happened to be here, in Warsaw. I don’t know for how long I’m here, at least till the rest of this year. I’ll see what would happen then.