DECEMBER, 2012
The days that followed my return to Mother Russia were extremely hectic. Many things overlapped, matters that had to do with the recovery of my wife’s corpse, which implied notifying the authorities and her family; with thanking the Al-Brahkhans for their support, with continuing the medical treatment and rehabilitation... and that without counting that I wanted to spend all the time I could with Andre and Sasha, which was difficult. I had to record a narrated report of everything that had happened in Alaska and in Wyoming. A f*****g report, as detailed as possible.
I never thought I would live to see a day in which I would want to tear a piece off one of my own for getting in my way, but...
The more people hindered my life, the more irritated I became. My mood was nothin
