Pavel Krivets takes an unvarnished look at the life of an emigrant: attempts to make sense of family, children and politics turn into a chain of recognizable clashes with reality. There are eternal parental chats, Turkish police and senseless laws that are equally annoying in Russia and abroad.
Instead of rainbow promises of a new life, there's the tired sarcasm of a man still searching for meaning, if only between diaper changes. Krivets deftly balances on the edge of absurdity, observing how growing up leads not to insight, but to a new batch of disappointments.
