A Russian Observant Windows…
“It ain’t over till the fat lady sings!” This is not just political claptrap when I say this: We are at war, this will escalate in the Middle East into a larger regional war. We may have a pause for a year, or maybe two years, then war in Korea, Sea of Japan, then Europe,
The Empire of Chaos is my new name for what I have been calling The Western Empire; The Western Empire name is actually taken as it is also known as the Western Roman Empire, or the western part of the Roman Empire. The name is also too mild for the Empire of death and evil
I am just going to let the images talk for themselves. The trees are covered in a super frost… This morning after a clear as a bell sky! The moon was big and bright and it got cold, damn cold… Boza and I walked and I could not keep my eyes from freezing shut. My
All but one taken this morning as Boza and I attempted to walk… Stunningly beautiful, if not brutal at the same time… WtR
I spent two hours this morning with Vova. He called Sveta last night and told her that his family had misplaced his nitro spray when they visited before the New Year. He had very old pills of nitro and they were not doing the job. I had given him a nitro spray a few months
But keep them to myself most of the time anymore… No one wants to hear the truth and no one desires the truth. We have stepped off the precipice many years ago and since the chasm at the foot of the mountain is so deep, it takes time to hit as an ending… We are
Sveta worked a deal and bought me a set of snowshoes yesterday. She found a guy who bought these snowshoes new two years ago for their dacha and never used them. They are perfect for what I need and are an older style of a Canadian type snowshoe… I found the same shoe online at
Boza came to life at around 4:30 a.m. and started to bark. I grabbed my coat, boot and therm pants. We ran outside to see what was invading our space… We found tracks near the outhouse and followed them. Small tracks of something hopping. Boza was hot on its trail and the snow was flying
Life is fragile and let it down and it will get you. In the Russian Village as in any village far away from society, life will catch you unaware and surprise you. This is on my mind because Vova has not appeared for a day and his lights were off all night long. I must
I will explain again for several people have written and say they are confused… 🙁 The village is called by the locals in this modern era; Kommuna… The actual name is “поселок Заря Свободы” and or “Dawn of Liberty Village” … I call it, “Sunrise to Freedom,” for that is my first translation of the