re: #260 Justanotherhuman

Several years ago I dreamed I visited Russia. Once I got outside the city, into a suburb, the roads weren’t even paved and people were truly struggling. I was appalled at the poverty—it was what I remember as the rural south in the late ’40s and ’50s.

I expect that dream wasn’t so far-fetched.

It was exactly like that where I lived in Rublyovo, just outside the Moscow Ring Road: on one side, 18-story high rises, on the other side, a village without flowing water in the houses.