In London, studying in a master's degree, it is difficult, and also a bunch of all kinds of difficulties of intercultural communication and mentality. And here I go on a day through the city center, to my university, where no Russian person at the Faculty of Informatics (truly lacking communication) I think about the futility of being, about how everything is bad and how I want to go home to Russia, and here on the pedestrian crossing into me a girl with a smartphone, forehead in forehead, expressively and a little sadly says, “Shit!” " and he continues his way. And then I think "no... half a year in London I’ll spend some more time... "