"Go on holiday!" they say. "The rest will do you good."
What they don't say is "And then, when you get back, it'll all have turned to shit and you'll have to sort it out. And we'll still find ways to blame you, even though you weren't in the country."
I actually want to be back in Bulgoslavia. Miserable, bullet-ridden, rain-sodden, whore-raddled hellhole that it was. At least it was kinda fun.