Feb 27
4 min read
Sunday Dispatch: Moscow
My heart is heavy this week, dear reader. Never in my life have I thought that I would be talking to a friend about having coffee and a cigarette when the war is over and peace is restored. What in the 1930s is going on? Why do I feel like I’m weeks away from sending letters to the front? That’s the conversation I had yesterday with a dear friend in Moscow. We were both sad that this war had started. We discussed nuclear weapons and what that…
