I have wanted to visit Russia my entire life. I have dreamed of it, hoped for it, and been disappointed several times. Reading about Russia consumes a good bit of my free time. Growing up in the winter of the Cold War made my dream to see Saint Petersburg, red stars replaced by golden eagles, seem a fantasy. Finally, at the end of May, I made a short visit and saw much and am left to think about more.
Reading is no substitute for seeing. I saw so many things:
Young Russians standing in prayer before receiving communion in the church attached to Alexander Palace, chief home of the martyred last Russian Tsar.
The graves of Russian revolutionaries in Saint Petersburg still a shrine to the Communists who visit. It is untouched, I am told, because the new Russia will not try to erase the past as the Communists did.
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