Whenever something about Russia bugs me—and that happens pretty often—I consider moving to the US, but decide against it every time. Something about the country gives me the creeps. Yeah, it’s warm and rich, but (judging from my several visits, and my friends and relatives there) the people just seem alien. So… programmed for success. (What? I speak like it’s a bad thing. Still.)
Whenever something about Russia bugs me—and that happens pretty often—I consider moving to the US, but decide against it every time. Something about the country gives me the creeps. Yeah, it’s warm and rich, but (judging from my several visits, and my friends and relatives there) the people just seem alien. So… programmed for success. (What? I speak like it’s a bad thing. Still.)