A Message for the Russian Ritas Regarding our New Cultural Programme

Wow, wee! Long time no see.... How? - Hell! - long time, no smell! Glue, paste - no time; no taste. Skin, peel: long time; can't feel. My fingers curled up [CLAW] My tongue dried up [GAG] My nose gave up [SNIFF] My eyes lit up; burned out [SZZZzzz]

Long time, no write/see/hear/scratch/shriek, Russian Ritas!!

Russian Fritz and I have decided to reanimate the crusty exquisite carcass which is this BLOG.

Three years it's been rotting, wanting nothing more but trotting; neglected, left alone: a forgotten Fritz without his bone.

The Russian Ritas, spread throughout the world (Torontoningrad; Gotham City, AB; Calgaristan; and Montrealinovka), a diaspora which threatens to dissolve their shared identity.

How can we keep our cultural coherence? (The glue from the Frit-knob holding together the pieces of our imagined belonging)

We have no option but to write. We will trace out our Homeland with words.

Schakalllackaghhhdoumdaragh!!!!!

From: Russian-Rita, with love.