They don’t do that anymore but the euphemism stayed”“What do they do nowadays?” I asked.“With gays? Gay sex I already told you: the secret service controls the internet. His hair was too dark to be called blond but far too light to be called brown. But from his dark dungeon he observed all going-ons eagerly with so every now and then a twinkle of total amazement and bewilderment in his eyes.And there was no need for him to hide. His eyes…? Digging gold?“That is the Russian euphemism for exile to Siberia or forced labor in the Kolyma gold mines. No matter what: he intrigued me and since the other chair at his table was still free I decided to join him and see where things might lead to.So I sat down opposite to him and started with a kind:“Hi there, I’m John. And being far too spontaneous to swallow my questions I just asked them.He bent over the small table until his lips could almost touch my ear and whispered:“I ran away from it.
