My English diary Today is March 10th. A half of the year without my dad. I've decided to start write down a diary today because he was always fascinated by people who could speak foreign languages. But Soviet Union, where he lived the most part of his life, just wasnt that kind of place where were other languages except Russian. So a lot of people stayed disconnected with other parts of the world. Today is not the same. It seems the things are shrinking and voices in my flat don't stop speaking other languages- I endlessly talk to Russian, English, Portugese, French, Georgia, Palestine people- and all that is just to feel yourself as a part of one big great world. And it becomes smaller and smaller then..