Available only in Russian at the moment, this is a remarkable memoir about one man's time experience as an asylum seeker in Ireland. Shtorn asked for an asylum as an LGBT person after being forced to flee from Russia. Shtorn describes his life in a series of dormitories under the rules of Direct Provisions in Ireland, at times fearing his roommates who, though fellow refugees, harbored different degrees and forms of homophobia. The author's particular achievement, however, is to describe his own process of losing himself as the system depraved him of his humanity. He's describing the process in which he is growing angrier, loses his belief system, and starts to draw pleasure from things like turning on the lights in the room too early to wake up hated roommates. The danger of inhumane systems is that no matter how deeply you want to respect others, the system takes over and brings out the worst traits in each of its subjects. This book feels like a tremendous accomplishment by an author whose career I've been following with great interest.
Очень осязаемая книга о беженстве, сначала кажущаяся легкими, «с юморком» жизненными заметками в стиле фейсбучных постов, а затем резко погружающая в обесчеловечивающую институциональную систему, толкающую уже единожды отчаявшегося к полному краху его внутреннего мира сразу вслед за внешним, утраченным в бегстве от или бегстве к.
Страшно даже представить, каким человеком выходят из direct provision через 6-14 лет. В каком ментальном состоянии, с какими социальными навыками и с какими жизненными перспективами.