...sometimes when writing, there's this invisible drive in me that wants me to have my pen as a giant brush and my sheet of paper as a giant canvass and just splash the misunderestimations about autism showered at me daily - all over it to the tunes of one of the Brandenburg concerts (and not the calm ones, and by "calm" I mean "calmness" in terms of theory of relativity)...
Welcome to GrishOyedovA's labyrinth of thoughts on Caucasus, USSR, US, Greece, Belgium and Lebanon. An oil and gas lawyer by profession, I nevertheless indulge in chocolate, dance, my son's autism, art and business. I didn't do the Western thing of choosing one thing for an Eastern compulsion has me on a constant of reflexion on several subjects. The only subject I allow myself structure is business news => a daily supply of media monitoring reports from/of/ about Russia.