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Football, Bribes And Never-Ending War

A short walk down memory lane.

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I have never been to Ukraine. I met a few Ukrainians in my life. Where did I meet a Ukrainian for the first time?

My brother was conscripted to a navy, the navy of the USSR. It meant that he would be a sailor on a submarine. You know, one of those atomic submarines that go under for months and no one knows where they are…




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