Reflections...

My time here is almost over so I have been reflecting on my experiences of Russian life... Sure you may get the impression that it was all snow and sludge and nationalistic pride from the entries in this here blog, but there's been much more to it than that. Oh yes: who could forget the vodka fuelled fun and laughter, the trips to the forest and, most importantly, the insight I gained into that notorious expansive Russian Soul...Like the vast land that they inhabit and destroy like crazed consumers of the west, their soul is seemingly never ending. One thing is for certain, younger generation Russians are more content than us Westeners. Their country may not be as developed as ours, their thinking may be a few years behind ours and they place far too much concern on surface value; but these points all have advantages too, and it leads to happier, less cynical people. AND they have a sense of national identity... it's called nationalism, it's not very attractive but it seems to bind them and help them get through the day. Russia sounds a lot like America doesn't it?

Although I was shocked to see yesterday on the weather forecast that the weatherman had just one front tooth!