Any accidental visitor of my site might be keen in learning my  everyday life conditions, I guess. So let me tell about the place I’m living in and about my family.

I live in Moscow, Russia. Some time ago I used to live in old-fashioned Stalin-time -  highly «imperial» style that was, it used to be brought from Berlin after the Second World War - house. The building looked great and the district was  the old one, quiet and green, but... - oh, this forever Russian «But»! So, BUT our flat was located on the forth floor and none of such houses had  elevator.

Since I am not able to walk my-self, any voyage made us collecting four  persons to carry me down stairs and up. I’m not that heavy, 2 carriers would be enough, but since it was  usually to be  working day,  there were 2 shifts,  one in the morning and another in the afternoon. By last winter we got both too sick of such a system and in need of money, hence we had moved to the outlying Moscow district and to the two rooms apartment at the ground floor. Now we do not depend on elevator anymore and I can go outside on my own feet with some help. While moving we had been choosing the district of maximal friends concentration too, so my classmate, for example, is living just across the road.

 

This flat is two-rooms, but the  buyers of our old flat bought it together with huge ancient piano we had and with some books and furniture, so we succeed fitting all our staff  into one room less space.

Now all the staff is arranged, my mother lives in the smaller room, me together with my father, we occupy the bigger one provided with new fashionable TV-set and old cup board we brought from the old place ( it was actually older than the previous flat was, originally it was brought from Germany of 19th century).
Here the pictures of the flat, of me together with my parents and of me together with the Cupboard (I believe him to be animated) are presented.
 

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But the biggest pleasure was that of our cat. Before this poor creature had to limit himself by observing seldom birds one can notice from the forth floor, so now he is very happy virtually to hunt them coming so close and so pert that it makes him wowing!.. But the window is still closed.

So let me introduce you our tom-cat that is actually called Theodor Bonifatievich ( Tisha for friends). A nice guy he is isn’t him?

It is considered that a person in my state is to train a lot. To make it better we have constructed a special training place with a so-called Swedish wall - an up -straight wooden stair to assist me while doing some exercises.
Here you are welcome to see my «sport place»

My training place

Besides that I’m walking along the flat with side-walkers. Using these walkers I can even reach the bath-room by myself with minimal help of my parents. Before they had to carry me there too. Unfortunately the bathroom space is too small to go there everyday for brushing teeth. Till now I’m doing it in my room with a bowl.

But - again this «but»! - so but soon I’m looking forward to moving to Israel.
Well, you may know a proverb that one moving is equal to two fires , so a good training we had, hadn’t we?