“Coming home after school, flying my bike past the gates of the factory…”

Russia is weird. I remember that when I first came to Germany, I was startled to find that is was not as foreign as I had imagined it would be. This was the condescension of one who had not yet traveled beyond her own country. It is justified here. My coursemates tell me I will … Continue reading “Coming home after school, flying my bike past the gates of the factory…”