I just walked Boza and something really cool happened…
It was a great welcome home from a kid I have never met before. He walked by Boza and I with his mother, brother and sister, then he turned and looked at Boza and I and put up his hand and gave us the Vulcan Salute…
He stood there and was serious, his mother turned to say something to him, but stopped, as I gave him the Vulcan Salute back. The boy then smiled and turned around to his mother…
The mother looked at me and one of those rare Russian smiles appeared and she grabbed her boys hand and the whole group walked away…
I was having a bad day until then, then I felt good inside. The little boy had given me the reason I love Russia. Life is simply sincere and pleasant here…
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- I could carry this in my pocket
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- That is how we get milk
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- Guy made a broom
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- Teenager cruzin
Just walked and took images of the walk…
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October 10th, 2006, I flew from America to Russia. I was sick and was actually on my deathbed and the trip was hell in itself. I was not sure after I landed if I was going to make it. I got very sick. I was not long after my sixth heart attack and only about a year from the last of the chemo for a brain tumor. I remember very little about the first week…
Today is October 10th, 2016 and officially it has been ten years that I have lived in Russia. With all its up and downs. But one fact is; I am a hundred times in better health than I was in America and America had me on so many drugs, that I would never have made it. I still remember that I took six antidepressants at the same time…
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Russia is home!
It cannot be any clearer than what I experienced this last week. The west is not home to anyone, except, corporations. I realized that in the west the people in general are in prison. A self-allowed prison, just because of fear…
Fear of what?
Who knows! Maybe themselves?
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My grandma would have said, “Good and bad things come in threes!” If you had three things to do, they would all be good or all bad…
The three things that had to be done were all good and or at least more good than bad…
1. The car got its engine and it works perfectly…
2. I made it out of Russia and back…
3. Boza is blind, but at least he is the kind of blindness that does not cause him pain and suffering…
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I think that traveling to the west is done! I will do what I have to do to keep from going through the degrading procedures that are common place in the west. Travel should slowly come to a halt in the west and if you travel the east, you would see what I mean…
The west has lost the war with terrorists and nothing you do will win it; except to get your mind back on track and stop being a wussy about life around you. One day that safe space will be surrounded by a wall and you will never get out…
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Oh and by the way! The anti-Russian hysteria in Europe is just psychotic and beyond healthy! It has to end and America needs the same treatment to end it…
Western Empire = Schizophrenic…
WtR