Another letter arrived in my e-mail box. It’s from the occupied
territory; Sverdlovsk. I am afraid of these letters. There are more of
them every day. They all contain a tone of bitterness within them.
Though I can’t tell which more so; bitterness or frustration. Perhaps
it’s a tone of bitter frustration, or perhaps an awareness of ones’ own
stupidity. Maybe it’s the feeling of falsity. Or fear.
