I am staring into silent space trying hard to understand where I am... where I left off... Through the sponge of darkness I cannot make out a single familiar shape. I feel panic. I am ready to take action at the slightest hint of danger. My senses are sharpened to the limit. My being is reduced to one state: flight-or-fight.

Oh yes... that's right. I'm in America. This is a hotel room. I am here because of work.
What time is it? Still too early. Must be jet-lag.

Need to pack up - I'm going back to London and then to Russia. There are two days in Reading in between. This week will seem like an eternity. 3 different countries. 3 different roles. I feel like my identity is tripled. Would my friends from Russia recognize me if they met me in America or in London?

Three different lives and each one of them has its own familiar routine.
Each one is equally comfortable.
Each one is a home.

Russia, America. And London... where I started off stumbling and almost falling at first... but then moved forward with more and more confidence as I was letting go off the past... and not only of it's characters, but also of its breeding soil - America itself. As my mindframe takes on a new shape old values no longer fit. They need to be put away like christmas tree decorations. It's a new age with a fresh outlook, deeper understanding and a clear direction. I know where I'm going.