Last of the freelance hackers and greatest swordfighter in the world.
My cab driver’s name was Boris. He was an older guy, probably in his 50s, with a very thick Russian accent.
An American novelist Philip Roth once said that “writing isn’t hard work, it’s a nightmare.”
Earlier this year I got injured. For the next few months, I was unable to do most of my workouts and had to put my Krav Maga training on…
Wake up in Paris. Go to the airport. (CDG, by the way, smells like garbage; literally) Wait in line for registration.