
Although the I found the building via a guide book, which means it's basically a tourist destination, there was just something very unnerving about lugging my camera gear to the front of the building and snapping away at it. I half expected an unmarked van to pull up beside me with burly men in pulling me inside and presto, no more sleepingonthebus (maybe kidnappedinavan might be born). In any case, I decided to cross the street and take a picture of the memorial to the victims of the different agencies. At least they recognize the wrong doings of the previous institutions, but it still doesn't lessen the paranoia.

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"kidnappedinavan" - LOL!
Sounds funny now but really, Russia was the only country I felt paranoid in. It's beautiful and amazing but when I stepped through the final security check in the airport on my way out, I sighed a sigh of relief.
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