Colder Country
When you find yourself in Siberiawith a jukebox strapped bomb-like to your back,house-arrest anklet sounding its alarm, a direction manual to disengageit yet in a language you do not speak,you know what it is to be led to prayer. You check your pockets for your phone, wallet,a map: finding no such help except wadsof rubles, you force-feed those contents in—… Read more →