Everyone who lived in Russia during the Soviet era was guaranteed housing. The housing wasn’t guaranteed to be good. The family here and a few otherwise homeless kids here lived in a Krushchevki or Kruschev apartment. ”Kruschchevki” rhymes with ”trushchoby,” the Russian word for slum.
This reminds me of couch surfing in Fargo, North Dakota. For some reason, I’ve always used Siberia as a metaphor for Fargo. I wonder why?
As the Soviet Union collapsed, Americans were gathering up Soviet goods (such as Ukranian tanks and weapons) at cheap prices and selling them for a tidy profit. Mc Donald’s began selling burgers as luxury food. In the Velvet Rasputin world, American mutant rabbits were renting out rooms in abandoned apartment buildings that were too expensive to demolish.
Ain’t capitalism grand?
I’ll explain this much later in the story. I promise.
On a totally unrelated note, I love the Violent Femmes. I was listening to Blister In The Sun
If you’re too cheap to buy it, and you haven’t heard it on the radio for the twenty millionth time, you can also stream it free on Spotify.
If you have been a pretentious neo-Pagan at any point in your life, this page will either crack you up or make you punch the screen.
I am not saying anything about this page. Anything I can say about this will be a spoiler for something else. To make up for the lack of commentary, here are some cold water survival tips.
Norman Kitoboyev, the guy using the kid as bait, is a complete nutcase. He’s wonderful anyhow. Trust me on this.
Welcome to the outer region of Chukotka in 1980. It is really one of the most interesting places on Earth and it keeps getting more interesting as time goes by.
Chukchi are enchanting people and their culture is so unique — I can’t get enough. Sasha and his family are Anqallyt Chukchi, (also known as the Sea People) with a reason for not living in the populated areas. More on that MUCH later. It might take a few years before I get to it.
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