Alice was a junkie. Heroin was the drug of choice. She overdosed once and went into a coma. No one came to visit her in the hospital, no one cared. Doctors considered switching the machines off. Only one doctor refused, she felt pity for the junkie. …

I must apologise that I have not written anything for a while. I have more than 500 followers on Medium and some of you like what I write. The urge to write has gone. The desire to express my thoughts here evaporated like a drop of water touching flames of fire. I said what I wanted to say already. At the moment there is nothing to add. To write for the sake of writing brings disappointment in my heart and the heart of the reader. I won’t do that. I won’t leave you disappointed with my empty words.

I was preparing for an underground boxing match in one of the pubs in London's East End. My missus was in my corner. War begins. Literal war with tanks and artillery. A bit out of place if you ask me. I lost sight of my darling. I hope she is…

When the second leg of the war started, I and my family went to the Embassy of the Russian Federation to show our outrage to them. We went there to tell them that the war is not a solution. To tell them that the war is insanity. We were standing…

There is some turmoil going on in my life from time to time. Just a bit, nothing unmanageable. As long as I remember to step back (mentally) and observe from that position, the turmoil is (almost)painless. Like a wild horse after the feed. …

We live through mass amnesia and ignorance of the historical proportions. — I have a family. I have a dog and cats. I have a job that I don’t really like but I can cope with it. There are hobbies I enjoy. And then there is World War Three knocking at the door. I look around. I look into people’s eyes. I…

Last night I was in an office that looked a lot like a governmental office. There was a boy, around five years old boy. Mischievous fellow. Running around, doing silly things. No one could stop him or tell him off. Short trousers, brown top. What was strange was that that…

Why Medium is talking in Russian to me? I am in the UK, I don’t use VPN. What is going on? Is my account compromised and is the Russian equivalent of the UK’s 77th Brigade using my account to fight the digital war? I bet there are smart techies out there who would tell me that there is a reason why Medium thinks that I am in Russia. Perhaps Medium was sold to a Russian oligarch? Or Medium is a very progressive platform and they don’t want to upset Russian bots?

Who can call themselves a writer? — Are you one of the above? If we take the first description then almost everyone is a writer. But then we go to the second description then no, not everyone is a writer. Only those who “practices the art of writing” is a writer. So far so good. Do you…