The most important thing is an interesting task and my ability to solve it. Paradoxically, my refusal to emigrate was an expression of my inner freedom. I mean, I always had it, even before Perestroyka. I never did anything that I did not want to do. It is a long way home.
Every journey is a part of a long way.
I do not know what this home is, but it is the same as coming back to oneself. I think, the journey will end when I die.