The remains of past Soviet occupation caught up with me as I was biding my time near an old manor building, now a museum, and wandered around the corner to behind it. What I saw were old Soviet statues, of Lenin, of known and unknown soldiers. The whole encounter, of still seeing larger-than-life stone and metal Lenins side by side was truly surprising. Usually I consider the Soviet Union dead and buried, but any culture has many modes of resiliency, as we were quite vigorously reminded in the Bronze Soldier affair last year.
