Up at 4:30 a.m. and as what seems as with endless mornings past? I get out of bed and force “Mr. Pain” to recede to the background and I go find coffee…

The vice of vices and the vice I will go to my death doing, coffee…

At 5:40 a.m. exactly, the mosques started their chants of prayer and my third cup of coffee let my pain recede and brain work…

It is now 6 a.m. and very peaceful. Pain is sorta a memory, you know, a memory that is waiting to come back. Not a nightmare memory, but an old friend whom reminds you that you live another day and that you must get up…

It’s the same everywhere, nothing changes when it comes to pain and nothing changes except pain recedes after several cups of wonderful coffee…


I have said it all on this blog…

Everything that is happening, has been explained why and whom is doing it all. Yet, many times all I can get done are the little battles and in the next few days. Sveta and I will battle little battles and hope we win them. No way to win a war against everything, but we try to win a few battles…

Prenses Hotel that we are at has been fun. Once home to Moscow, Russia? I will finish the review on a nice, interesting and confused as to its future of an operation as a hotel…

But these days?

Aren’t we all a bit confused?

WtR

By Russian_Village

A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.