I’ve been away from Moscow for a long time now. When I look outside, I see snow falling; when I left, it was still summer. I guess I owe an explanation for why my trip took a little longer than anticipated. It all started the day I arrived in the village of Kachalovka.
Today had been a good day for Tom Stutzman. He and his family had worked on the farm all day, laying a new ditch and repairing some blown-over fencing. Now they were sitting on the porch, with beer and water in their hands, and looking at a day’s work in peace. The crops were good. The stairs were swept. They had to be, because otherwise they would be covered in dust.
What if Germany had won World War 1? The question is easy to ask, but impossible to answer. Which is why the World of Kaiserreich is so fascinating.
My thoughts were suddenly stopped. I looked around me. I was in a narrow road, a few shops with darkened fronts, flats in the upper stories. There was a chestnut tree behind the buildings, slowly moving in the wind.