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Scandinavia’s Frozen Archipelago

Written by Payton Lee in E. Europe

The northern region of Scandinavia is a place of mystery, unfamiliarity, and beauty. It’s a region many have heard about, but few dare explore. Many trade the cold climate of this area for islands in the Caribbean or warmth along the equator, and let’s face the facts, if you want an island suntan it won’t be found here. But, if you want beauty that shimmers, romantic streets, sunsets and lighted skies that cameras can’t fully capture, and a culture that leaves you smiling, than reconsider your bathing suit trip for an experience in Scandinavia. 

Museum of Terror- The Horrors of Humanity

Written by Hank Martin in E. Europe

In the northern part of downtown Budapest, apart from the hospital in a rock and the spas stands a museum designed as both a horror house and monument to the people imprisoned, tortured and murdered within. The black building framed by a granite sidewalk stands out against the other buildings on the street.

Here you will find a tragic story of a country controlled by powers much stronger than itself. These powers, both Fascist Germany and the USSR, ruled through fear, destruction, rape and murder for over fifty years. Visiting the Museum of Terror is a chance to experience the evil that humanity is capable of when left unchecked by morality.

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The Power of Setting in We The Living

Written by Payton Lee in E. Europe

Have you ever been to a place and thought to yourself, this is just as such and such described it. Take Ayn Rand’s short novel, We The Living, for example. While Rand often garners the title of expert in the art of characterization, her skill in creating a setting in also noteworthy. When I first visited Russia I felt like I already knew the city because I had read her book.

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Must visit places in St. Petersburg, Russia: A Photo Story

Written by Hank Martin in E. Europe

Russia, the land of vodka, cold weather, and lots of cranky people. But it is an excellent foray into a style of government, for good or bad, that is very different from our Western Democracy. Stepping off of the ferry that had bobbed me from Tallinn, Estonia to St. Petersburg I found myself in a crowded room that smelled like urine and body odor. People pushed past, jostling for position at the front of the line, fighting to get through customs and into the mother land.