Two Weeks in Russia, Chapter 1
My trip to Russia started at the airport. I found throughout this trip that, in general, the American border security people are tougher and less friendly. I say in general, because there were notable exceptions. My father used to say, “Give a little man a little power…“ Maybe the TSA has a reason to criminalize people who are leaving the country, because it’s in the US that I feel looked upon as being the most guilty. As if everyone is a terrorist until proven innocent. Let me also say, somewhat in their defense, that the Los Angeles airport is more heavily populated than all the other airports I went through, combined. But still, guys, we don’t have to make America look like a fascist state. It’s bad for publicity. The flight took me first to Zürich, where I waited around for six hours. At this moment, I was studying Russian constantly. I even tried reading some of my book of Stanislavsky in the original Russian. Sitting in the café at the or airport with a sandwich