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		<title>Virtual vs. Real</title>
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		<updated>2007-10-04T04:35:00Z</updated>
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		<content type="html">September 27, 2007&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In an online community, some friends were
talking about the the value of virtual worlds.&amp;nbsp; One person posted a
link to "Virtual Russia" and asked if this would be a good substitute
if one could not get a chance to actually visit the country
themselves.&amp;nbsp; The following was my reply:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;_______________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My, my, my!  C-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What a website!  But just to answer your question (which you posed to Ben) no... virtual Russia just won't do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My
whole life I have been OBSESSED with Russia- since the age of 3,
literally. My Master's is in Comparative Politics with Russian
emphasis. I studied it for years- the language, the culture, the music,
seen movies, pictures, read literature, etc.... but nothing prepared me
for my first trip to Russia. In the dead of winter, 1999.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I
planned the trip for independent study for thesis research. I traveled
with a friend and I stayed with him at his grandparents' flat- not far
from Red Square.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When we got to their flat he asked me what I wanted to do.  I said, "GO TO RED SQUARE!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The
Muscovite sun sets &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt; in the winter. It was 4:30 and it was already
dark. It was snowing. We got on the metro for the short ride up the
orange line. We got off the train and walked up the stairs to emerge
outside, parallel to the entrance of the Kremlin walls.... Just before
we entered the gates I could see the entirety of St. Basil's Cathedral
as it fit perfectly in the key-hole entrance. The entire thing was illuminated. With
the snow falling it looked like a snow globe. My heart stopped.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We
walked through the gates.... and we walked... and walked.. and
walked... towards St. Basil's. Not a word was exchanged. The snow was
still falling- fat flakes landing on my face. Looking around I saw, GUM
(the oldest mall in the world), Lenin's Tomb, the Kremlin, and looking
straight ahead again, I could see St. Basil's- which was built by Ivan
the Terrible. Centuries of history... centuries of buildings... the
amazing things that happened on Red Square, the people who have walked
on these bricks before me... and looking up again: St. Basil's. Only 1/2 way there and I am overcome with how HUGE
it is. I mean, I knew it was big... but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; was like seeing it in
person. No pictures I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; seen compare to the sheer majesty of
seeing it in with my own eyes, breathing in the frigged Russian air.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I
suddenly felt overwhelmed and heavy. I had to sit down, right there, in
the middle of Red Square and compose myself. It was as if my entire
life had been leading up to this moment. My Russian friend asked me
what was wrong. I started sobbing and I said... "I don't ever want to leave."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To which he replied, "Now you know how I feel.  Everyday."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everything I had been studying suddenly made much more sense to me.  The language, the people....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.nicoleford.info/images/100785-93482/stbasils.jpg" border="0" width="512"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This
sort of thing happened quite often that first trip. Pictures, websites
bring back nostalgia. But will never, ever replace my need to be there.
NO, "virtual Russia" just won't do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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