Rushing from Canada to Moscow to visit Dad in intensive care — unrecognizable after just a month. Hiding shock behind forced stupid jokes. The storyteller in a spacesuit trying to trick death. Collapsing into a stranger’s arms. The sterile air, skeletal hand, Mom’s silent vigil—none of it feels real. Only the guilt remains: fear of the body that used to be so alive.
Остановка в Стамбуле, прогулка по брусчатым улочкам, турецкие кошки, папины культурные и исторические наставления, турецкий кофе - зачинщик жуткой головной боли, унижение женщин по-турецки, несправедливость всего мира. Всё это закончилось в полицейском участке.
Стамбул: туристическая сегрегация и местное отделение полиции Читать дальше
A lady finally meets a psychiatrist who cuts through her misdiagnoses (Biporar? Borderline? ADHD?), she gets the shocking truth: she’s just a “banal creative hysteric”, just a dramatic creative soul. No pills, no disorders—just a hysteroid personality type, craving admiration and creation. Now she’s torn: relief or disappointment?What is the cost of this freedom?
Completely banal creative hysteric Читать дальше
Disguised behind sunglasses and a Tilley hat, she lives as “Independent Brenda” – hiding from coworkers, motherhood, and expired documents. Her children prepare to fly alone to Moscow. One never to come back to Canada. She’s blocked her mother and her ex. It feels like living in a The Academy of Fools sketch – a clown released from the Cuckoo’s Nest.
Brenda the Independent Blocks Her Loved Ones Читать дальше
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