Monday, December 27, 2004

"Please Understand...

that we are a sad people" said the Soviet General, swaying at the open mouth of the elevator shaft. "We are very, very sad". He was saying a tearful, goodbye to a dear friend, an American General who had broken throught the hard veneer of the Soviet Cold War visage. The American General spoke perfect Russian, with a soft Ukrainian accent, knew more about the Russian's military history and tactics than most Russian Generals and loved to get into long discussians about which American units could beat which Russian units. The deep respect and affection of the American pierced the hardness thrown up by his Russian contemporaries, making them heartbroken to see him leave. This was just one of the long parties, swimming as they all did with vodka and lengthy toasts.
"Please, remember that we have much to be sad about".

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