Early in the morning I had burst into this world doped up with steroids or with another drugs…
Simply I had flew into it at high speed.
Possibly I should become a cosmonaut because even then my acceleration was more than G.
But I have chose another way.
I became a dreamer, a gloomy romantic, a philosopher. Then I have became an engineer and a musician.
I think I was always a musician but could actually show this only in 2003.
So… October 2003. Moscow.
Well… I know everything will be OK… And now everything is OK too.
Everything does not depend on us. But not only they depend on us. Those which are above too.