Monday, 25 May 2015 | Views [167] | Scholarship Entry
I have a totalitarian confession. I see a beach; I have to draw a hammer and sickle on it. Sunbaked Thais, windswept Irish; frozen Latvians; pulsating Brazilians. All have seen fleeting celebration of (Soviet) unions by the seaside. But Odessa was ... Read more >
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