The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Leaker
So Snowden hightailed it to the friendly confines of Russia, where he ended up at a “capsule hotel” at Sheremetyevo International Airport outside Moscow, a far cry from the luxury hotel he once occupied in Hong Kong. Capsule hotels have teeny-tiny rooms, some without windows, that are stacked on top of each other like coffins.
Further, the Russian authorities, perhaps wondering if all of Snowden’s thumb drives had been located, made Snowden undergo “a medical exam” before being taken to his hotel. I imagine the Russians checked cavities Snowden did not know he possessed.
Nothing Snowden has ever faced in his life has prepared him for this. He appears to have been a young man who drifted back and forth between the real world and the fantasy world of computer games.
“His fascination with games continued even as he rose to more responsible positions” in the intelligence community, The Washington Post reported.
“‘I woke this morning with a new name,’ he announced excitedly in 2010, referring to his gaming avatar. ‘That name is Wolfking. Wolfking Awesomefox.’”
Though he flirted with the idea of becoming a male model, Snowden decided the world of secret intelligence held certain advantages. “If somebody likes you, it doesn’t even matter if you put your pants on before your underwear in the morning — you will get the job,” he wrote.
“Get a [security] clearance,” he also wrote. “If you’re cleared, have a lifestyle, and have specialized IT skills, you can go anywhere in the world right now. Thank god for wars.”
About eight years ago, Snowden began dating a pole-dancing instructor, and, according to The Washington Post: “He boasted online about relations with his girlfriend, noting at one point: ‘You have not lived until you’ve rolled over to post-coital Krispy Kremes.
That’s what being an American is all about.’”
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