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Sitting in my underpants…

Dreaming of the South of France Could be on the Cote D’Azur What am I in Russia for? (Traditional Russian Folk Rhyme) So Summer finished (although I’d argue it never really got started to any great degree)… You can tell … Continue reading

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I am nothing if not a diplomat…

…which some wags may proffer, suggests that I am nothing. I’ll let you decide… Hmmm… I initially mistyped decide then and ended up with decode. Freudian slip? I’ll let you decode…

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Showing off… pa-Russki

So after leaving the girl standing at the bar (I have her business card and will talk to her again about work opportunities, but last night I¬†thought it best to move on), and saying goodbye to my US consulate gang, … Continue reading

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