Some paperwork hiccups have me re-entering Russia at least a week later than I'd originally planned. While an 11 week vacation sounds great, these days I'm just missing my adopted hometown. The chaos, the quirkiness, the insistence on dill as a food group... I love a hot Moscow summer, drinking (usually) cold kiosk beer on the edge of a fountain, while a busking band covers everything from Joplin to Nirvana to Gogol Bordello.
But this is one summer that I'm missing nothing. As the fires rage on outside the Moscow, the capital is smothered. Word is, it will have moved on in two weeks. I'm hoping the same can be said for me, by then.
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