Rus Eng
My green room

Every time when I run away from home, leaving behind the ideal and carefree world of my childhood, I hope that somewhere there I will become independent, grow up and build my own life. I imagine a room with a roof view. I arrive in a new place and feel my way along a dark corridor, never knowing who I will face in the narrow space of the rented communal apartment. I'm building an air castle to be able to see the horizon from above. Yet, the first drizzle washes away the foundation, and I remain once again without a roof over my head. I'm told to settle down, but the winds of change are beckoning me to the places where I've never been before.
The story describes the real events that happened to me in St. Petersburg and my attempts to grow up and unwillingness to go out into the real world from the world of my dreams and fantasies.