I just can’t figure out which day I should celebrate as my second birthday. August 20, when it seemed to me that I was done for, and I died on the plane flying from Tomsk to Moscow? The date 17 days later, when I technically came out of the coma? Or the day when I became aware of myself again and understood where I was and why (by the way, I’d even struggle to name that day)? Apparently, it’s today after all—August 20. I lay there like a vegetable in a garden bed for quite a while afterward, but everything that mattered happened on that day. The pilots landed the plane quickly and gave me a chance to be saved. The ambulance doctors professionally injected what was needed, and I made it to the hospital alive. And then all of you got outraged and didn’t let them quietly smother me with a pillow in the Omsk hospital or simply disconnect me from the ventilator. So once again, thank you all. Thanks to you, everything worked out perfectly: I survived and ended up in prison! (Ha ha ha. Sorry, I couldn’t resist.) Everything really did work out perfectly, and I got a second chance to live and to make the decisions I believe are right and honest. That’s what I did, what I’m doing, and what I’ll keep trying to do. Today I’ll drink some tea to all of you. And there’s coffee too, by the way. And even some cocoa left. It’s sitting in a special drawer in a bag labeled “Navalny. Food products” 😉 Oh, and one more thing! I forgot to thank corruption. It also played a role in saving me. After rotting the entire Russian state apparatus, they couldn’t help but rot the security services too. And the level of our covert operations is about the same as our healthcare, education, and housing and utilities services. That’s how I began my article, published in The Guardian, Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung, and Le Monde. Give it a read! All the links are in Stories!