Jill Dougherty found alarming seasonal signs in Russia and in bordering regions.
Recently, I grabbed a taxi in Moscow. When the driver asked me where I was from, I told him the United States. â€œI went there once,â€ he said, â€œto Chicago. I really liked it.â€
â€œBut tell me something,â€ he added. â€œWhen are we going to war?â€
The question, put so starkly, so honestly, shocked me. â€œWell, I hope never,â€ I replied. â€œNo one wants war.â€
At the office I ask a Russian employee about the mood in his working-class Moscow neighborhood. The old people are buying salt, matches and â€œgretchka,â€ (buckwheat) he tells me – the time-worn refuge for Russians stocking up on essentials in case of war.
In the past two months, Iâ€™ve traveled to the Baltic region, to Georgia, and to Russia. Talk of war is everywhere.
Hat tip to Vanderleun.