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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If this continues, funding will become easier

Sometimes I wonder why my research and interest in communism in Eastern Europe is relevant.

And sometimes, the DoD solves the dilemma for me.

Soviet-style 'torture' becomes 'interrogation'

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