Come To The Cabaret, Old Chum

By Eric Le Roy

Content 18+ The gray days turn now to early darkness – light-swallowing afternoons that have me leaving the apartment with my dogs when it is still daylight and returning 30 minutes later to sudden winds and the pitch black of precocious night. These afternoons end quicker than friendships when talking about places like Russia and Ukraine, Israel and Palestine. Believe me, I know.

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Prisons and Prisoners. Pain of Truth. Part 2.

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On the day before my first night
duty our only anesthetist-resuscitator Elena had given me her own personal phone number.
— Don’t hesitate to disturb me in any case of emergency, — she said. She was an amiable old doctor who could have retired ages ago, but she loved her job and, moreover, there was no other resuscitator in the hospital. I gave her thanks but hoped that
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Prisons and Prisoners. Concrete Walls of Mind. Part 1.

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My first days in the hospital I worked only during daylight hours to meet the local orders. The hospital needed a doctor so desperately that I was pressed into action even before all the formalities were finished. On my very first day I was invited by a chief security officer into a rather stark and bleak furnished office where he probed me for details about my life, education … Read the rest

Почему снова дождь? И когда будет лето?

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В мае я написал первый пост про климат. Тогда он не вызвал особого отклика в сердцах наших вечно спешащих граждан…к сожалению. Сегодня, выйдя на улицу в +11, я снова вспомнил про это, потому как все лето бежал – так же как и все.

Под моим окном чадил трактор, привычно дымили трубы ТЭЦ ща несколько километров, а хмурые люди снова жаловались на погоду, которую создали сами своими руками. Все … Read the rest