My mind. Enhanced.

Russia is (purpotely) on the brink of war and I've got heavy things on my mind so I decided that now is probably a good time to reboot this blog. I want to be able to track my thoughts moving forward.  I've got a family now, with a kid who is half-Russian. Sofia. She's my universe. One day, I can give her this blog so if she ever cared to trace back her dad's history she can do so here. The most burdensome weight on my mind right now is propaganda. We're not free from it anywhere we live. Right or left. Conservative or liberal. East or West. It's all propaganda. 

The Serbian airport had an enigmatic stillness to it, like that of a rural Eastern European village forgotten by time. Old world simplicity resonated here. It was quiet. Peaceful. But I still felt a little unsettled. I flicked pages from my passport and turned to my Russian Tourist Visa. The toil I had to go through to get this. Travelling back and forth Dallas and Houston was a bumpy trek for sure, and all for that for a shiny piece of paper entitling me entrance to one of the most mysterious countries of the world. I felt elated, yet nauseous. The final call to board from Belgrade to Moscow was announced. I shuffled to get my things together I flip open my passport handed my boarding pass to the attendant. "Enjoy your flight," she said. I hope so. I thought. Day 1 I arrive at Moscow Sheremetyevo airport with absolutely zero knowledge of the language and no clue how to arrive at my AirBnB. I breathed in a little and focused on the first steps. SIM card. My smartphone was