Mother Russia

As my time in Russia fades further into the crevices of my memory, I tend to only remember the inherent strangeness and peculiarity of the country: my interactions with the man with the rat on his shoulder; the babushka feeding her sheep in a park; the man who walked his ferret on a leash.

That's why I'm thankful the proletariat captured this bizarre moment, allowing the general populace to better comprehend what truly goes on behind the iron curtain.

Behold.