In quite a few years since the start of this blog I had never before thought to write about my country here. I spend most time where I am comfortable — that is inside my head. The world around is decoration, nice and blurry like a background to a good photo.
Last year ago decoration in my country went foul. You probably seen things about it in news. This is not news. Neither a pretense of complete or fair description of it. This is about living through it and years before it.
Trust it as you would me sitting next to you and telling you a story. As much or as little. Keep in mind I am the cynical one — and when I talk about these things people tell me they understand why.