Archive for the 'neeka: family' Category
It’s been a week since Ilyas Shurpaev’s death. There are 720 messages on his Odnoklassniki.ru page now. And 241 on his last blog post. Rest in peace, Ilyas. That’s what most of them say, more or less.
Channel 1, for which he worked, is a shithole. After watching part of their Sunday newscast, a dear friend [...]
It’s been a week since Ilyas Shurpaev’s death. There are 720 messages on his Odnoklassniki.ru page now. And 241 on his last blog post. Rest in peace, Ilyas. That’s what most of them say, more or less.
Channel 1, for which he worked, is a shithole. After watching part of their Sunday newscast, a dear friend [...]
We are back to Moscow. Nothing has changed here. This strange new season that can’t decide whether it’s winter or spring is still here. Judging by the weather forecast and the thick shield of clouds that we’ve seen from the plane, it’s not going anywhere. It’s raining, and it’s snowing. In Istanbul, on the other [...]
We are back to Moscow. Nothing has changed here. This strange new season that can’t decide whether it’s winter or spring is still here. Judging by the weather forecast and the thick shield of clouds that we’ve seen from the plane, it’s not going anywhere. It’s raining, and it’s snowing. In Istanbul, on the other [...]
I’ve changed so much: in Istanbul, it’s much more important for me now to locate nice playgrounds for Marta than it is to spend the day running around the city like crazy, taking pictures of pretty much everything I see.
So far, the best place to take Marta for a walk is Ortaköy, even though it’s [...]
I’ve changed so much: in Istanbul, it’s much more important for me now to locate nice playgrounds for Marta than it is to spend the day running around the city like crazy, taking pictures of pretty much everything I see.
So far, the best place to take Marta for a walk is Ortaköy, even though it’s [...]
I feel like I’m trapped inside a huge snowball, rolling downhill at a breakneck speed. I feel the way I felt last summer, when every little disaster later turned out to be a prelude to something bigger.
But we’re going to Istanbul next week, all three of us. I guess I should thank the Finns and [...]
I feel like I’m trapped inside a huge snowball, rolling downhill at a breakneck speed. I feel the way I felt last summer, when every little disaster later turned out to be a prelude to something bigger.
But we’re going to Istanbul next week, all three of us. I guess I should thank the Finns and [...]
Well, at least Marta is happy: she’s got her new puppy somewhat sooner than she was supposed to.
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I’m well aware that we are not the first ones to get a kick in the ass, nor are we the last ones, unfortunately.
Most of the visa trouble stories I remember have to do with the U.S. embassy [...]


