-=Epilogue: Letter from Siberia=-
Irkutskiy Aeroport, 10 Yanvarya, 1998 g.
please forgive me that I took so long to write, but it
has been a busy week in Ust-Ordynsk. As you will remember,
the Rasputins used (Russian Orthodox) Christmas as pretext
for a big family get-together. I got to meet countless uncles
and aunts I had never seen before who all wanted to have an
explanation why I looked so old. At least in our family people
aren't easily fazed. Piotr also was there, fresh from summer
in the Savage Land. He sends his love.
You know Pryde, traveling through Limbo majorly sucks.
I always end up losing touch with my contemporaries (at least
this time by only about a couple of years) and that plays
hell with my relationship to friends and relatives. I mean,
you and Petya had already broken up when I, ahem, last left,
but now he's 'sort of married' (his own words) to the queen
of the Fall People? And that he has a six-year-old son?
That quite a few of my relatives suddenly got religion
(well, with our family name that is probably just fulfilling
people's expectations), and some even joining weird American
and Japanese sects? Aunt Olga however still keeps the Red
Flag flying and got into a major row with Uncle Vladilen.
Everything was so strange, so little was as I remembered
it. But it was good to link with home and my family again.
Please write soon.
Best fishes and a fond fondue,
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