This is what I will miss most about Russia

The final week of February of 2022 marked the end of Russia.

A very clickbait way to describe the outcome of Russia’s war on Ukraine, I know. Russia survived this and that you might say, over its long and turbulent history.

Well, no.

Russia, “as we know it” (I hate using this cliche expression) is no longer. It will not survive Putin.

Sure, it will metamorphose into some new form and shape, reorient towards Asia probably, but it’s too poor to stay meaningful; it’s too untrustworthy to belong to any serious international community. It was poor already, despite some progress in recent decades and the perception of stability (note — perception, not stability) and over the last few days, it lost it all. Three decades of struggles and attempts to find a path from a dysfunctional system to a prosperous state — all gone, like in Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd:

The child is grown

The dream is lost

Maybe because there was never any attempt to build a prosperous nation in the first place. There was instead an attempt to recreate the illusion of power and strength, mainly in the form of war machines and weapons that had existed already anyway (and never made the nation strong or prosperous).

I’m Russian. I’ve spent more than half of my life away from Russia, but I’m Russian. I have many memories from my years in Russia. My wife is Russian. I have many dear friends and…