I miss home. I know that's normal, I know - I know there's nothing that can be done about it. I try to keep that in mind so it won't get to me so much. Everyone is so nice and helpful, even with everything going on. I'm very thankful, and - I would like to think I have made some friends.

[There's a pause, and he sighs softly. He suddenly isn't sure why he decided to start this feed.]

It's weird... one of the things I miss the most is hearing my language. [a little exhale, followed by a contradictory smile.] I wasn't used to speaking English for so long until I came here.

... Are all of you from English-speaking countries?

[Here's Sonya again, with big speeches again, and with a big smile again. This time, however, she seems a bit less...peppy. A lot less peppy, really, and a lot more drawly and annoyed.]

Hi. Sonya Karimov. Most of us have met. The ones I don't know can do their homework as to who I am. Don't like repeating myself. Anyway. Pleasure.

So I'm about to use some salty language. Normally I'd say cover your children's ears, but I figure they could use some of this too, so here we go.

Apparently some people are being dicks to us. Cool. I want to say, before anyone gets any stupid fucking ideas: let it the fuck go. Always. Without exception. Don't retaliate. Honestly, I don't think you should even fight back, really. Not with any force. Some of you are soldiers and some of you are assholes, so you're probably thinking, No, I'm not letting that go, to which I say thanks for bringing it down on the rest of us. No. Don't punch or kick or stab; just get the fuck out of any confrontations, whether they're someone smacking you in the face or spitting on you or whatever.

Okay, part two. When in doubt, lawyers form committees, so I'm forming a committee. My tentative name for it is "The Committee to Keep Us the Fuck Alive," though I'm open to names that would look better on letterhead. Basically, we're a whole lot of talent who aren't the least bit organized, so I'm thinking we need some organization. Basically, if you have ideas for emergency response, as well as smoothing over things with the people around us, I want to talk to you. Chime in here.

[And, dryly:]

Third, and this goes out to everyone: chin the fuck up. We're alive, we're not puking all over ourselves anymore, we've got a future ahead of us. So no whining about wanting to go home. It's a waste of time and breath. Be useful. That's all.