It was with me? 2011 So, in 2011. I'm evil and lost myself. I do not know what to do. I do not know myself price. Who am I? and what do I do? how many have so to sit on my ass and do nothing? I have no job, no experience, I don `t know where I go and who to ask ... it kills. it's agonizing wait for the future pushes sometimes on desperate things. I'm going to dance at the club. And I hate all even more. I hate all those people all over the world, which they they made a. well, I told myself, if this world wants this game, he will get it from me.only this will be is MY game. and I will not let anyone tell me how to play it. it was not a useless game. I saw a lot. Much has to understand. And most importantly, I began to see the who, what, when, and what can cost. I knew his own value. And it seems even I began to understand why I am there, where I am. every day I was talking with people from different countries and nationalities. Russian, Ukrainians, Germans, Americans, Poles, French, Spaniards, Italians Australians, negros, Indians, Turks, Iranians, Georgians, Armenians, Arabs, and many other smaller ethnic groups. I still tormented by the question: "Is there such a nationality which I would not talk tete-a tete? Whose mentality I stranger?"))) I think that I'm familiar with the world) and one of my close mentality south-east...)