Land of my forefathers. 129 years ago, my Grandfather, Dr. Peter Soudakoff, was born in St. Petersburg. My Grandmother, Nina Grave was born there too. Both fled during the Russian revolution where they met in China. Today, we travel by train to the place of their birth.
It is 4AM and I can't sleep. Thoughts of my ancestors flood my mind. A symbol of who I am. Can the one way mirror look both ways? Many of the streets and boulevards will be the same. A scene from Ana Karenina.
There is no land to reclaim. Only a link to the past and a few souls.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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