NirvanaFunClub

‘…yeah, exactly, I really love all the people here. They are all, as they seem, kind-hearted.’

‘I know what you mean. Usually, I would be in my bed by now but I am also excited for the company.’

‘So when did you move out of Russia?’

‘Two years ago.’

‘And where were you, from there?’

‘I’ve spent 2 years in Moscow, but I am from the village near St. Petersburg. I’ve understood 50% of what you were talking about with the people here. But when I talk with my mom I struggle with Russian, I forgot a lot.’

‘I don’t get it, you ARE Russian.’

‘I was there, yes, and in Moscow. But I have been living in Paris for 2 years now. I had to leave.’

‘And what do you do? I mean what did you do there?’

‘Now I teach English online and I still do human rights activism, that is also what I did there.’

‘Oh, and why did you leave?’

‘Well, I’ve spent some time incarcerated and when I got out I understood that my family and everyone I know will be targeted and that I have to leave to keep them safe.’

‘Oh, (gasp) I am so sorry.’ feeling also envious for the action movie part of the story. Damn you Hollywood!

‘Yes, I got out of the country, somehow, don’t ask me how, it was now, I mean then or never.’

‘Oh, my.’

EXCUSE ME PEOPLE, MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION! I KNOW YOU ARE ALL EXCITED TO BE HERE AND TALK AND EVERYTHING, AND I APPRECIATE IT, BUT I HAVE FLOWN 7000 MILES FROM HOME TO BE HERE AND YOU ARE TALKING, SO, BE QUIET! THANK YOU!

Said the guy on a stage with a guitar and an American flag on his baseball cap. He was big. He was in a room filled with professional artists. He demanded silence. With words. He really was far away from home.

Rage and Boredom – R’n’B