I am leaving for Moscow tomorrow and will be there for the first time, spending a week mainly for business, but as usual with the hope of having some time to look around as well. Having been raised in Hungary in the ’70s, where the Russians were looked upon as loathed and unwelcomed overlords, I have this ambivalent feeling that comes from the childhood memories, mixed with the admiration for the art and the culture that Russia for me embodies. And of course there are all the bad jokes about polonium…