My Recent Vacations, Continued I learned more about the machine that is Russian State Psychiatry. It is a machine that needs to be fed, and I apparently have become something akin to raw meat. I don't like this analogy, but it is fair. My wife and I argue, she lies as she must, and I am forced to honesty, an unlikely marriage these 25 years later. I had no idea back then of the trap I had set myself into. She knew, was poor, and likely excited by the opportunity. I don't know, for she will never speak the truth. Upon leaving the Psychiatric Hospital, twitching and drooling, unable to sit still due to the anti-psychotic medication, no doubt I appeared as one in need. I took the opportunity to get sleeping pills, for I have had difficuty sleeping since reconciing with my wife, this a sign, ungood, Vopiclone. It works. I also asked for an anti-depressent, which became one of the biggest mistakes of my life, called Fevarin, worked for 7 months, coffee a bit stronger, me a bit li...