Awesome. I met a man in Seattle with a Russian military tattoo from the 70s, or so he told me when I asked of it. It was roughly triangular in shape with some lines in it, but I didn't want to stare. I don't remember any words, maybe some numbers. Do you have any idea what that might represent? I think of him so often. After he showed me and I left the Eastern European grocery store where he worked, I cried like I'd never stop, as I walked down the street tearing pieces off of the lavash he sold me. I can't imagine how rough that time might have been for a man.
Bleak, beautiful, and crazy immersive. This made a purgatory of being stranded in post-Soviet hell.
Excellently written man. I was genuinely worried for you reading this. Holy shit…you had me at Pop Tart rats.
Awesome. I met a man in Seattle with a Russian military tattoo from the 70s, or so he told me when I asked of it. It was roughly triangular in shape with some lines in it, but I didn't want to stare. I don't remember any words, maybe some numbers. Do you have any idea what that might represent? I think of him so often. After he showed me and I left the Eastern European grocery store where he worked, I cried like I'd never stop, as I walked down the street tearing pieces off of the lavash he sold me. I can't imagine how rough that time might have been for a man.
Was it triangular like a diamond? I’ve definitely seen those, with the lines that go down and leave little squares at the bottom for letter or numbers
yes! I just wondered what it means.
I really like your piece about being there. I would have gone myself, if I'd had the nerve. I'm kind of obsessive about Solzhenitsyn and the gulags.
Dude, you’re an unreal writer! What the fuck, man…
And I was only one paragraph in when I wrote this.
Pretty goddamn evocative holy shit
Oh, that was good! I mean really good. So descriptive, for a scary moment or two, I thought I was there. 👍