Well, Vali.

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From the whining of the best and civilized life abroad and from the phrase “Yes, you have to get out of here”- seriously begins to divide, shocked in anger. Where to bring down and where it is from here, even an experienced brainwood will not break. From the village to the capital? From the country for the ocean? To the Benilyux countries? With annoying and routine work for another? Where where? There is no answer, but there is this immortal phrase.

While still a student, at the Department of International Journalism, I was one of the 15 girls and the only one who simply taught the culture and language of another country, and did not want to "dump". Especially fiercely against the entire system of our country was one tall, long -haired brunette. Talking about doctors, teachers, weather, clothes, and about everything, her internal protest mechanisms in motion were given: "In Europe, this is unacceptable!", "There is no such thing!" At such moments, she reminded me of a child pissing for herself.

We could argue and hate each other, no worse than the “duel” program with Solovyov, until the teacher philosophically shut us up. Then such conversations were our air and food. Now nothing has changed, some have even achieved their own. Yes, but not through promising work, but by marriage. Eh, a woman will always be one road.

For myself, I personally realized that hysterical kitchen conversations that "it is time to blame" is all such household (and meaningless) psychotherapy. Exchange of fears and neurosis. I like to travel, I like to live for several months in another country. This is normal - now almost everyone in the world is doing this. But there is no point in seriously discussing emigration if I am not ready to bring plates to the cafe. And I'm not ready.

Of course, I am no less than the post -Soviet neurotic than everyone else. And I am also scared all the time, and I am always unhappy with everyone. This is in the air. And this tires much more than traffic jams on the roads or attempts to buy a new limited Nike model in Russian stores. But we must already understand that this is not a reality - this is a diagnosis. Maybe in a sober look, this reality will not become brilliant or comfortable, but a healthy person is at least capable of something more than nagging.

We all need to recover all first, and only then decide what we will do with our lives. Otherwise, we will not be good anywhere.