"You can't see anything with your metaphorical cataracts.
Your blindness is your bliss."Random chats with my Russian family over the phone, including Happy Birthday or Happy New Year talks, often detour into political area every time "When will we see you again?" is brought up because the answer is always the same and can't be apolitical. I smoothed it over those three-years-and-counting not to unnerve the relatives, not to hurt our relationships, the choice that many people I know made, while some preferred to stop communicating. At first, the answer to that question began with "when Putin dies"1, then turned into "when the regime falls", then into "when the situation changes", and finally, but not ultimately into proverbial "as soon as I can", with no exact degree of soonness. They would probably be very upset by what I write and publish if they were to read it—the case unlikely. I smooth no angle here in regards of the war and my position, which is the main point of writing all that in the first place.
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