Twenty minutes later we were at what is now known as the Moynaq ship cemetery. The level of the now barren Aral Sea was somewhere below the road, and a flight of steep steps led down from a kind of viewing gallery. From that height the brown rusted hulks looked like toy boats left behind by children bored after play.
For one brief, shining moment, the United States seemed to really be the beast its enemies made it out to be – the centre of world power, an unchallenged superpower in a unipolar world, capable of fulfilling its imperialist destiny and imperial fantasies without let or hindrance.
In 1991, when the Soviet Union officially came to an end, the Indian left was bereft. The Bengali branches of the left were particularly upset: Who would take the place of Stalinda as the embodiment of Bangali second-hand machismo and martial vigour? Who would stand up to the American imperialists in their place?
He was actually born in Siberia in 1888, but his family came from what would now be Belarus, in what was then imperial Russia. Why Siberia? I don’t quite know the story, though any historian reading this detail will think immediately of political exiles and deportations
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