The Paradise of Unka Odyna:
My religiousness is rather faint, but assuming that after passing away there is some kind of a Paradise and that the perception of the time there is similar to the way I perceive things here, I would have to be equipped with a whole range of drugs that would disturb the perception of that time for me, since infinity is really, really long time. That’s why I would have nutmeg fields, because you are supposed to really get high after a nutmeg-fruit, poppy fields, and icy mountain streams, in which half-fish-half-vodka bottles would be swimming, alcohol and a snack in one set, and furthermore, vast vineyards, a multi-floor liquor cabinet… In the wintertime, instead of snow, coke would be falling down, along with pads moistened with acid and a hail of ecstasy pills. In the fall everybody would be collecting mushrooms and wild pickles. Oh! And everyone would be young, beautiful and smoking.