Most Wanted (Dream), November 28th, 2011
I didn't know I was going to get into this paranoia. But surprises tend to spring up on you once in a while, you know? In the words of the great Kurt Vonnegut, so it goes... I got adopted by nice American family - a cute girl with a loving father. Had a bedroom of my own and a lovely loyal pet dog. Things seemed as normal as can be - great family dinners, slight flirtations, good jokes and vast family home to explore with all sorts of hidden surprises. Then I got a phone call from my already paranoid brother that flipped that whole thing upside down. I will take a moment to explain the backstory, so that you, my wonderful reader, are not totally lost [snap to reality]. You see, I got political asylum in the U.S. in 1996, since I feared political and ethnic persecution upon returning to my home country of Belarus. Since then I had repeated mysterious tragedies in my family. My father was found in a puddle of blood in his apartment,...