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.