My cat, Moon, was eager to great me when I finally returned home to Kimovsk, Russia. I began to wonder if she would ever stop kissing my face.
I came through immigration without a hitch. The customs officials waved me on through without a look.
I exchanged a small amount of my Turkey Lira for Rubles for a taxi.
The taxi driver seemed to know where he was going and we agreed on a price of 10,000 rubles.
I awoke in the back of the taxi to find the driver searching the back alleys of Tula city for Kimovsk street.
I had to tell him that Kimovsk is not a street in Tula city, but a city in Tula Oblast.
We were a good seventy miles from our destination.
When I finally arrived home the sky was starting to brighten up. I paid him an extra 500 rubles to cover his extra miles. After all it wasn’t his fault that I’m not fluent in Russian.
A big shout out to the people who follow me. Unfortunately I’ve had to leave Russia. It became impossible to receive any funds from the US. I am currently living in Batumi, Georgia.
This is my family in the living room of my apartment in Kimovsk, Russia. I am a disabled Vietnam veteran. Seventy six years of age. My son Aleksandr (left), and my granddaughter Dasha (center) look in on me. Here, I had hoped to live out my retirement years.
