Escape always helps

Seeking justice in a foreign country in a foreign language has no chance of success. And I am from Belarus, so I have no habit of hoping for justice at all. I had packed my belongings and left this shithole.

The new Hotel Pension Corona was in close proximity to the business district of the city. Skyscrapers, supermarkets, relatively broad and clean streets. It's like a different city! In general, it felt somehow more homelike.

The hotel was located on a quiet side street. All were polite and respectful. No drug addicts and maniac cops around. They even cleaned the room daily. But the crucial thing was hot water! Happiness exists! My life has become beautiful and carefree again :)

To celebrate, I went to the supermarket I had discovered and finally bought myself some food. The variety of their assortment stuns a simple Belarusian buyer :) I've stocked up on treats and given myself an incentive day off: I ate, ate, and ate all day and hadn't left the hotel anymore.

Stress is defeated! :)

TAGS: results of the day, escape, money and peace of mind

MOOD: contentment and satiety