I'm from a culturally and historically insignificant shithole, with a history of getting spitroasted by Sweden and Russia. I'm a depressed, overweight mass of emotionally dead and socially inept garbage, who likely has a gun, and a death wish.
When life gets me down, I down a bottle of Vodka, and start making my way towards Estonia, which I consider to be like Disneyland, but with prostitutes. I don't have a clue about responsible drinking, because the prohibition made alcohol a "forbidden fruit", and now I down senseless amounts of cheap lager and bad vodka.
However, I somehow love my country, even though the people are assholes, the weather is horrible, the politicians are full of shit, the food is abhorrent, the drink tastes like piss, salaries are low, the language is awkward, and fine arts are non-existent, apart from metal.
Where am I from?