“Hi everyone, we want to let you know that given that Russia entered Ukraine last night, we cannot teach for now, there’s almost no internet…” A* wrote.
What the actual fuck?
My eyes were still glued half-shut, and I started googling like a maniac. It was true.
Pictures of exploding bombs. Troops crossing borders. Blood.…
I learned about it the summer after I turned 16. The fan above was blowing hot air onto my head. Miscellaneous birds made their Australiana noises outside. The room was taking on that depressing blue tint that comes right before night fully settles in. The laptop screen was brighter in the dark, and the blank…
It’s a glorious spring day in Saint Petersburg, Russia, and the bright restaurant is over half full. Yuri Milokovich pulls a chair out from an unoccupied table, motions to his companion to sit, and queues up in the short line for service.
“Come on, don’t be a snob,” he says over his shoulder. “This is…
It’s my second day on the streets of Moscow and the dentist I think I’m booked in to see doesn’t exist. I walk with my boyfriend to the address on Google Maps and it’s an office. I ask an information centre and they direct me to a random street where there should be an American…