And so, I was about to finally step into Russia. As a kid, of course, it was all part of the USSR. We lived as children in genuine fear of the Cold War between the Soviets and the Americans escalating into Mutually Assured Destruction, wondering what we would do if the apocryphal 4-minute warning sounded…
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Icicles in my Veins
It has been a long time since I have been as cold as I was today. I spent 10 hours standing in an exposed muddy field with the relentless scouring of a cruel April chill. Cold sadistically bites your lips, eats your fingers, imbibes your toes and slowly sucks the heat and life out of…
