50 Kopecki Out and a Mile Down

The air in the city and around any establishment which offers beer, that includes every one of them with the exception of any directly from the States, is thick with the exhaust and fumes from the national art of smoking, and it is ripping the shit out of my lungs. Aside of being intensely annoying that the coughing takes over around every ten minutes, which actually provides a great opportunity to side out from tour guides shooting out nationalist propoganda on the 'Great Patriotic War', known as the Second World War in one or two other states, the breaking diaphramatic displays that the atmosphere provides me aren't horrible. On the Great Patriotic War bit again, some of the shit in that museum was really interesting with shot out planes and a large German cross pyramid stacked out of actual German crosses. The overall focus of the tour was mostly shot onto the artistic depictions of scenes and attempted storyline to connect them, entirely passing over the actual rusting items in cases around the central objects of the rooms. One of the main points of the tour was, seriously, that the German soldiers in -this- picture appear proud and determined to take down the Soviets, while the 'same' soldiers in -this- picture, viewed through a hole in a fence during winter, do not carry the same appearance as they did a few years before. The run of the presentation sort of forgot about the non-agression pact signed between Germany and the CCCP before the war and how the Germans broke it to open up what they had avoided as a two-front war previously. Nothing really needed to be mentioned in the presentation, only that the war began and, after a few years of a massive game of Risk, the Germans decided that it was too fucking cold and turned back with the Russians throwing things at them the rest of the way back into Germany. The view of everything was so closed, and fucking great to listen to and cough my way out of every while!
The last few days are ahead, and then a departure from Cossack Россия. Do the people reflect the colour and the state of the skies and the nation-state around them, or is it the other way around? Ukraine was, and in many ways is, dominated by Russia and it shows in everything, but did that residually work itself into the faces of the people and the falling buildings around them? Is it really anything to oppose? It all makes me really stoked for Russia, for some culture closer to the source.
Stoked for some Бальтика in Россия also, Russian пиво and anything else cultural is a bit scarce around Україна. Вперёд в Россию.
Take to the skies.