Mining, an age old story

Hello everyone.

I am from Russian province, small city on the Murmansk region. There are only +10C* two month on summer and -30C* 8 month winter.

I worked as a systems administrator, but in February 2012 dismissed, becouse our company has finished.

There is not work on our small city. There is no vacancies system admininstrator. I tried to find all possible vacancies, such as cleaner, courier, but no vacancies, no work.

My wife is no work too.

I took out a bank loan, I bought GPU cards. There is no shops on our small city, there is no secondary market, and I bought it in inernet-markets with high prices and high price delivery.

And there was many problems with start mining, such as long delivery; and there was problem with my builder-workers who builded my special balcony for mining (it was russian slovenliness, cheating and drunkenness of my builder-workers).

I planned to spend the profit from BTC mining to move to a warmer area to pursue farming agriculture such as potato, tomato (I'm tired of working for peanuts system admininstrator).

But now I owe money to three banks, $10000.

Now I have only $18 per a day from mining, $540 per month. But I owe the banks $ 600 a month (the half of this, $300 is monthly percents; and only the half, $ 300 is reduce debt).

If I'm selling my house, it will be only $6000 and I will owe the bank $4000.

If I'm selling my computers, GPU, it will be only $1500-2000, because there are many difficulties with the sale on my region.

Help me please.

1 BTC = 1 day food for me and my wife
2 BTC = 1/30 of my monthly debt banks

Thank you, thank you very very much!

PS. Sorry for my bad english language.

Meanwhile, over one hundred years ago, in a land equally as far away from potatos' and tomatoes'ⁱ warmer climes, but remarkably close by : The Land God Forgot

The lonely sunsets flare forlorn
Down valleys dreadly desolate;
The lordly mountains soar in scorn
As still as death, as stern as fate.

The lonely sunsets flame and die;
The giant valleys gulp the night;
The monster mountains scrape the sky,
Where eager stars are diamond-bright.

So gaunt against the gibbous moon,
Piercing the silence velvet-piled,
A lone wolf howls his ancient rune --
The fell arch-spirit of the Wild.

O outcast land! O leper land!
Let the lone wolf-cry all express
The hate insensate of thy hand,
Thy heart's abysmal loneliness.

You know ?

1. Seriously, potato, tomato, potatos, tomatoes ?! How is this fair and equal, dear American socialists ? Please to fix your language to bring it more in line with your ideology tyvm. [↩]