I am what you might call the repeat offender of immigrants.
Thinking back, I understand that my best memories of Russia were associated with nature and of walking around alone.
When I was a teenager, I used to have dreams of Russia.
To understand Russia/Belarus/Ukraine you need to appreciate nuances and see the beauty in the absurd and the ugly in the glamorous.
One day, I might bring my kids to show them the wealth of culture and history I remember from childhood -- if it's not all uprooted and deconstructed.
what does it mean to protest when everyone else stays silent, and when the government will almost certainly stifle your voice? That’s what the instigators of Operation Wedding thought about as they tried to steal a plane and escape the Soviet Union in 1970.
How could I possibly comprehend what my mother and grandmother surely knew, that this particular goodbye was as literal as goodbyes could get.
The mysterious beauty of life is that somehow, despite the past, we start anew.
I was always at the airport to greet everyone that had just left everything behind.