Tag: Russia
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No Bear, No Poet: Remembering Siberia
The seventy-kilometer journey from Irkutsk to Lake Baikal often meant several hours without even a 3G signal. Apart from reading, there was little to do but look out of the window at the endless repetition of rolling grasslands and birch forests. It was late autumn. Haystacks had already been piled up, and cows and horses…
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