Serbia presently the focus of my mind. Not necessarily because of the nature of the place, though it's a very noble (yes) and hospitable country. I just know that I can get away from precisely these shadows and difficulties by going there, as I've done so twice now. Though the fact of the strong local orthodox church is also very much in my mind.
But there's nothing political in this pining. Prometheus is just eyeing the cave a bit further down the mountain, where, assuming he can get free of the chains and the bird, he might be able to find a decent place, do a bit of reading and writing, morning runs, and perhaps some $2 coffees and $6 theatre.
Hope springs eternal.