Feeling like a building in a war zone, they're all crushing and falling around me as I stand there, untouched, waiting for one of their falls to take me down with them. Where I stand, I don't believe I belong. They're all collapsing on themselves, but all that I'm waiting for that oblique fall, that takes me down with them.
As you might've guessed, this scene did not take place in Denmark, rather, it is used as a place of longing. Instead, I am speaking of a place that bears the emotional duo of belongingness and aggravation. A land under former soviet rule, Russia.
2 weeks spent and a possibility of more to come as a Russian official took me off my flight. I do come with good news, as I write to you from Copenhagen.
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