Bloggers Note: Today’s blizzard got me thinking of Siberia, so I exiled myself to my computer and resized a few photos, which don’t quite do the terrain justice. I wrote this piece in 1997 not too long after I got home and hoped to sell it to the Newark Star-Ledger or the NY Times. No such luck, but here it is. – Ted
Let’s play word association. I say Siberia. You say the first five words that pop into your head.
"Snow, Dr. Zhivago, Snow, Bears, Snow, and Exiles."
No points for repeats–I’ll give you one for bears, and allow Dr.
Zhivago, but you won’t find any snow in Siberia in the summertime, and
the exiles living in Siberia now are there of their own free will, so
are no longer exiles at all. So what does happen in Siberia these days?