Little Yurt on the Steppe

On the road to Cyberia I took a wrong turn and ended up on the Great Eastern Plains. Fortunately, a group of Khalkha nomads took me in and taught me the secrets of life on the steppe. Now, I sit in my yurt, eating mutton dumplings and drinking a weak milk tea as I recount my tales of this Mongolian life.

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Orange with envy

Sometimes, Eastern Europe can be a depressing place to study. Genocide, totalitarianism, atomization -- it's not the stuff of bedtime stories.

But then, those pesky Eastern Europeans go and do something really inspiring, like refusing to let some bastard steal a presidential election.

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