It’s been a grim summer in Ireland so far. The warm sunshine of the previous couple of years is absent, replaced by sticky, humid mist which lends itself to a melancholic air. Hence, thoughts have turned to Russia and memories of balmy June evenings there.
However, when I was actually living in Russia, I got so caught up in the place that I completely forgot how little fellow Westerners know of the country. It frustrated me when I returned to Europe, giddy with enthusiasm for my temporary home, to meet attitudes to Russia that haven’t changed much since the Cold War and the days of "reds in the bed." .... http://rt.com