At least I’m Russian…
3 min readJan 7, 2017
But what will You do?
My grandparents came to the US from the USSR in 1914. They were children at the time, sent to America in a semi-arranged marriage. Their parents were searching for the same thing that all immigrants who come to the US dream of: freedom, opportunity, and a land not ravaged by war.
Russia has always felt like my homeland. Ever since I can remember I’ve had a curiosity, as well as an affinity for it. During my school years whenever I had to write a report, Russia was always what I chose. The land, the architecture, the people, all intrigued and…
