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But the fact what soviet soldiers freed the whole Europe is a lot less known (and please don't tell me about Normandy landings and stuff).

sanvean wrote "all countries who engage in war have a small group of soldiers who commit atrocities", but when western people speak about Russians they only exaggerating these atrocities, mysteriously forgetting the whole "defeating the Nazis" part, which is seems like a very weak attempt to humiliate your enemy in the never-ending Cold War.

27 millions of soviet people (and that's only officialy) were killed by the Nazis, about 14 millions of them were civilians (they were tortured, raped and ruthlessly slaughtered by those animals) - and that was a sacrifice to stop Hitler from vanishing the whole nations. Is it too much to ask for some respect for them, and stop name-calling Russian soldiers?

I had another dream of Polly last night, and where else to share it but here. I was holding her new book, The Forest, in my hands. The design of the book was very similar to The Hollow of the Hand, the font used was the same, and the cover was sort of blurry and purplish/pinkish in colour, it sort of looked like those reddish pictures of the universe you see, really. The bio inside the book said that she had a son named Dimitri, which surprised me substantially. I can't remember any of its other contents unfortunately.

There is a room with pale coloured walls. I look up, and see on the ceiling a bird-like creature, sandy-coloured with a strangely human-looking face. I can’t work out what it is, which frightens me: then I realise ‘It’s an owl of some sort’, and decide that if it’s an owl, it’s not going to do me any harm. As it moves, it looks more like an owl. It flies out of a door or window, into a woodland landscape just outside. It sits on a branch to the left of a black-clothed woman, whose head and upper body are framed in the bushes and trees. She turns in my direction – it’s Polly. She looks grave and serious. I think of calling out to her, but am too nervous. She turns and disappears into the wood, and the owl follows her.