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| Four Men in a Voxy Joe, Gordie, your blogger PF, Rob. Outside the church where the Czar and family were kept before being slaughtered by Lenin’s goons |
We drove a Toyota Voxy from Vladivostok to Moscow. Across the wastes of Siberia and into the capital.
And I’m wondering what it would be like to cross today's Russia as we variously hear “Putin is losing” or “Putin is regrouping” as I sit studiously on the fence for the fog of war is real and who quite knows, not even Putin or Zelenski themselves. Not that I don’t share the widely held hope that Ukraine prevail.
But I do wonder. What would four guys, none of whom speaks Russian, driving across the whole country, know of what’s going on, how people feel, in a country at war. Would we even tell they are different today than a decade ago? They were pretty dour then. More or less dour now? Now that Putin has called up reserves? And told the troops down Donbas way, “you’re not coming home”?
