The New Russia, Through A Dirty Windshield

The traffic light at the intersection isn't working--it has been quirky for months--and the Zhiguli that I flagged down a few blocks back is gridlocked, trapped on the trolley tracks. "We'll survive," mutters the driver, unimpressed by Tram No.39, which is heading full-tilt toward my side of the car. I've been whimpering, and he wants to get back to the point he was making about pensions.

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