I knew only one word in Russian and I didn’t even know how to say that correctly. I can’t help but want to communicate with peoples of other countries. It is because I have a faith inside me that burns to get out and be shared. Despite my hatred I found that I desperately wanted to communicate with these men in the streets of
A former Japanese student of mine and later a friend, Suzuki-san, was an employee of the Soviet owned Aeroflot Airlines. He spoke French, English and Russian. He offered to teach me Russian and I jumped at the opportunity. On no particular day in the midst of a lesson he asked me, “Would you like to visit the
“What?” I responded not believing he was asking me this.
Two decades was a long time to harbor hate and animosity toward a country. However, I had done an admirable job, if you can call hating something or someone worthy of praise when done well. Suzuki-san presented me the opportunity to meet face to face with the people I despised so deeply.
“I can arrange for you to visit the country if you like,” Suzuki said matter of factly.
I couldn’t believe my own ears when I told him, “Yes. Sure, I’d love to visit.” What was I thinking? Memories came flooding in. Weren’t the Soviets the ones responsible for killing Fish?
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