A few years ago I met a Russain contractor Stanislav who was working for Motorola. He was staying at the motel owned by my friend. After a few drinks I played this song from my laptop, and I was suprised when he started to cry. He told me he was 19 years old and in the Russian army in Afganistan. His best friend was wounded by a granate and died in his hands in the battle. Afganistan was the sad episode in Russian history that solved nothing.
I'm a Kid! How can I be a Grand-parent?
3 years ago
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