I have no plans to have any other home than Moscow. However I love to travel and I'm very comfortable in New York. In many ways it reminds me of Moscow in its energy and drive.
One morning about four o'clock I was driving my car just about as fast as I could. I thought Why am I out this time of night? I was miserable and it came to me: I'm falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with.
