Maybe the elitist “swamp” dwellers should look around a bit
Saddled Up on the Trail
My flight departed Rome Italy around 1 p.m. on Apr. 1, 2002 en route to Moscow aboard Aeroflot Flight 282. It was my first of what would later turn out to be many trips to The Russian Federation.
A well-educated Italian man sit next to me on the flight.
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