We were re-routed to Moscow via Brussels. On the flight, I thought about the number of times I had wanted to quit our adoption process. I thought about the power of persistence. Chapter 3 Stand in the Red Square and you are overwhelmed by the history. Russia is a country of contradictions.
Bank advertises their availability American money while troops of communist march past their window.
The city is big and dirty, like any great city. The airport, when you land, is crowded with people dressed in grays, blacks and olives. A man plows his field with a goat pulling the plow. Our hotel, large and impressive, shows signs of wear. Two women who serve as assistants and translators met us.