In the Orwellian city, a few days after two bombs went off, killing and wounding Metro passangers in the heart of town, people are in shock and their faces are frowning, their eyes are void. 

Moscow has everything, so they told me before I came here. They do not have the money to buy all the goods that are offered in the big shopping centers. By the Red Square, the posh stores are empty: Armani, Cassidi, Dior... the working girls sneak out for a cigarette, so boring. They can't afford even the simplest item from their monthly payment. 

But there is something you can't get in Moscow, it is such a rare comodity these days: Happiness.

To find happy people, I had to travel 170 KM north, to a new ecological community, where people create what they call: Domains of Love.

They live by the inspiration of a popular series of books, telling about a special woman from Sibiria, living in the Taiga as a recluse with a close connection to nature. Her name is Anastasia. The first book appeared in 1996, and since then it came out in hundred thwosands copies, On my first day to Moscow, I met some readers who came from all over Russia to fill the C S K A stadium (YES. The WHO HA MA KARA) and celebrate the publishing of the 10th book and the 60 new cummunities thatat they brought about.

Up north we went the next day, I went with some new friends from the publishing world, with a translator and a manly driver named Olga. She could manuveur the snowy roads very well. We met people who build their Space of Love from with their own hands. Usually I'm not a part of this romantic "back to peasant life" movement. I enjoy the proximity of "civilization", but I coudn't help noticing how happy these families were, and how shiny their eyes look.

I miss home. I thing I can appreciate better my own Domain of Love.