A year in exile. The cry of the soul of a Russian with anti-war views. English version of my text, revised by the world's largest media. Hello! My name is Alexander. And I'm an emigrant. Refugee. A dissident forced out of the country, a soon-to-be foreign agent. I don’t even know how to indicate my status correctly. Probably the most accurate word would be “homeless” or “rootless.” When an anti-Semitic campaign took place in the USSR under Stalin, Jews were called “rootless cosmopolitans.” I am not a Jew, but I seem to understand how the representatives of this people felt, forced to wander around the world for centuries. I also understand how the anti-fascist Germans felt during the Second World War. It is as if I am on the pages of a Remarque novel. My wanderings are very similar to what the heroes of the novels of the German writer experienced. But, as in the case of Remarque, this is my life. I understand that my problems are seemingly insignificant against the
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