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Because of the unique cocktail of language Ɓukasz and I use, a wry expression of delight like “Pomegranate seeds make me believe in God” turns into a philosophical statement: “I don’t know if God exists or not, but when I eat pomegranates I think maybe he does.”

Back to the Beginning

Back to the Beginning

Just barely over jetlag, I hopped on a plane to Moscow this weekend, for the in-country Fulbright orientation. It was a three-day whirlwind of information, emotions, new friends, and the whimsical, merciless magic that is Moscow. On Friday, we went to the U.S. Embassy, where we had a security briefing, as well as talks from […]