Alright.
Back to square one, then. No time like the present, as they say, to put Europe’s largest war in seven decades into perspective.
If anyone’s been wondering where I’ve been during at least 30 years of sparse updates, vague rumors and patent abandonments, read on. I’ll throw in some footnotes at the end.
A quarter of a century ago, born out of a hobbyist desire to tinker with post-Soviet miasms, I was put in charge of a large organization. I stopped selling drugs for Merck Sharp and Dohme in Russia and Central Asia, and helped build a foundation, which we grew in Belarus like kudzu, perfecting fertilizers that supported real people with, you know, actual money. Things boomed along.
The dictatorship being the dictatorship, there were of course problems and conflicts, growing pains and resentments. I could handle bad decisions, things breaking, angry mobs and occasional shitty board members. And much of it was great: gracious and welcoming writers, poets an…
