8 Things I noticed about the Former Soviet Union 14
While reclining here in the stain-resistant faux leather sofa of my hometown, Newcastle’s, premier Cafe Nero and gazing out of the open bay windows onto the sun-kissed streets and hordes of deformed, obese and orange-coloured people my mind turned to the past four weeks in the FSU (Former Soviet Union) spent with Messrs. Krauser and(…)