Oh My, What a Ride! For the last three weeks… (Thank You Russia for letting me back in!)

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I am getting a tidbit old, but it still holds correct. That is what I just did and I slid into home plate sideways, then head first…

This is just a post to say that I have succeeded to transverse the boundaries of hate, lies and distrust that were elevated to stratospheric proportions at the very beginning of a visa run. This visa run was marred by obstacles from the very beginning and we knew that when Ukraine was to never again be a place for easy visa’s to Russia….that life was going to change and change forever. Things will never be the same all over the world…

Simply put:

I made it back to Russia! (On March 12, 2022 I crossed the Russian border at 8:05 p.m.)

This America and or USAian as many say outside of the USA, made it back to Russia. I will talk about it in the next week. It was a ride for no one who is faint of heart. It looked really like I was stuck between a defensive Russia and a hateful Western EU and a undermining USA…

I have to regroup and when I got home I collapsed for the longest sleep I have had in three weeks. I actually slept 7 hours straight and for me that is unbelievable. I was simply worn out and pushed to the point of collapse. Oh My, to be young and strong again instead of simply old and worn out…

Thank you God and thank you Russia for letting me back in. Thank you to the country Turkey and for Greece having enough pro Russian sentiment to help people like me to get somewhere….the EU blocked escape routes as fast as you could find them and it was close to not be able to get out at all. The EU has censored, blocked and tried all ways to keep anyone and or anything from leaving the EU. People and or information…

It was an amazing thing at how I could literally not use the internet anymore and all I could find was propaganda about how Ukraine is the bastion of flowers and hope and Russia was the bastion of the devil and fires from brimstone…

Enough for today: I made it and am back with my SweetPea, in Russia…

WtR

A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.