Thursday, April 30, 2026

Keeping the Dacha

My son M's mother-in-law is a Russian, nearly 90 years old. The last message ever posted on her Facebook account was mine: a birthday wish on 23 May 2024. Then Russia went dark. I received this WhatsApp message today: "I was beaten by an Uzbek ... They almost killed me because I refused to sell the dacha in Pushkino. The bones are intact, they stitched up the soft tissues on my face. My eye sees poorly -- probably a haemorrhage in the retina. It’s hard to get to an ophthalmologist, but I’ll manage somehow."

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