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LETTER FROM VLADIVOSTOK
1/25/99
Ice-Anglers Be Warned: Minivans Do Not Float
By Russell Working
In a northern suburb of Vladivostok, next to a forlorn little amusement park where carnival music blares over the empty skating rink even on the bitterest of days, the Sanatornaya Rescue Station overlooks the frozen Sea of Japan.
LETTER FROM VLADIVOSTOK
1/10/99
'Newcomer' to Russia bites linguistic bullet
By Russell Working
It has gotten this bad: Whenever anyone asks how long I have been in Russia -- a storekeeper, an acquaintance, any unemployed sailor who drives me around for a few rubles -- I tell him, "More than a year."
LETTER FROM VLADIVOSTOK
12/30/98
Travelers anguish over canceled trip
By Russell Working
When trains shut down, when planes don't fly, when Russians are stranded anywhere, they are always ready with a bottle of vodka or sweet Moldavian wine.
LETTER FROM VLADIVOSTOK
12/25/98
Getting the right gift for Far East elite is easy
By Russell Working
For the two years that I have been in Russia, I have avoided the
traditional Christmas shopper's ennui by loading up on touristy gifts
for the folks back home: lacquered trays, Yeltsin matryoshki, a Mummy
Troll CD, a liqueur called Honey Based on Deer Antlers.
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