Moscow, Love It or Leave It: Melting a Cold War, 1980–1991

By Pamela Morgan

This book shows peasant life in Moscow living with Israeli challenges and reveals moral strengths and weaknesses on both sides! Nebulous, it is an insightful, quick, and easy read, leaving us fresh and complacent to be grateful and blessed in the US. It is a happening story making some sense of history with semi-real historical fiction during the 1980s when the Cold War was melting.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Oct 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9781490784854

Pamela Morgan

Pamela Morgan started making up stories and writing them down while in junior high school, but she never thought to publish them until years later. The Great Game of Angels was created as a gift of love for a little girl she used to babysit. When the heart is involved, the words come easily. You can find Pam in southwestern Austin on the leading edge of Hill Country in Texas. She is surrounded by her loving and supportive husband, two cats, a herd of deer, and many squirrels, birds, butterflies, and bees in their own private version of Disneyland, living her happily ever after.

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Contents

1. - Planning On Going to Moscow

2. - Getting the Americans to Moscow

3. - Palina Prepares in Moscow for the Arrival of the Americans

4. - A Muscovite Bolnitza or a Russian Hospital

5. - Russian Love

6. - Back in America - Free Russian Jewery

7. - Russian Hooliganism

8. - Joel & Palina Get Together Again

9. - A Situation

10. - Brother Tomas Tries for a Visa

11. - A Soviet Bar-mitzvah and Backlash

12. - Palina Returns to the Gypsy with Joel

13. - The Jewish Underground

14. - Being Excused Rather Politely from Moscow

15. - A Swastika Showdown

16. - More Backlashing

17. - American Style KGB

18. - Tomas in France

The End

Chapter 1:

Planning On Going to Moscow

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Sure, he said grabbing for his robe and towel. After I shower. Is there enough soap?

You are so practical Irwin. And so materialistic, she said while getting some soap for him. Ir darling, I frequently have a rerun dream that someone wants me only to spend my money. Could this be true?

I would spend only a little bit, darling. The rest you could put into gold and silver coins to stack and make furniture, and, of course, save for posterity, he said patting her stomach and taking the soap.

Irwin went and showered. There was a long silence pitter pattered with shower droplets. Mia poured herself some coffee. And then some for Irwin when he came out of the shower.

Irwin returned, his attention fully on Mia. Afterall, she was his wife. He fixed some omelettes.

Does this rerun dream of yours scare you? Irwin asked.

Yes. Just where would the money go and go and go? Mia asked, having recently inherited fifty three million dollars from her departed Arabian husband. See Time’s Arrow.

Unless your house would be sent into outer space, nowhere I presume. You haven’t a bucket of sand to worry about… Here, eat your omelette, Irwin said.

*         *        *

After a full day of translating for their small government agency, Irwin and Mia returned to each other. The next morning Mia awoke to the same face: that of Irwin, her husband. She said: I am bored, and woke Irwin. I feel like a neurotic animal in a zoo sometimes.

That bad? Irwin said. Do you mean like a pretty peacock strutting and showing her stuff and showing off her freedom; a caged in lion; or something else? Is it time to see your shrink again?

No. Time to get away. That is always his solution anyway, Mia said. Let’s plan a trip.

Where to? And what kind of trip? Are you emotionally prepared for roughing it or are we to be pampered? Irwin asked.

As soon as I get a new toothbrush I am prepared to go anywhere different, Mia said.

I’ll keep you in mind for an extra fine excursion, he said tweaking her tits. As soon as I find a good excuse to go somewhere.

I love you, she said staring into his deep blue-green eyes. You always come to my rescue.

*        *        *

That Elli left his wife for his career was verbal. That Elli felt a religious duty in his life was the basic silent truth.

And…perhaps an opportunity to act a scene through with a burning bush, twinkle lights, or some epitome signal of the existence of G-d could sanctify his name in the Book of Life… for him and his brother Joel. For that, he thought, he would have to prepare. He felt sure that he would be called to a higher duty.

Elli put his scullcap on and called his brother Joel. Joel quickly picked up the phone.

Elli spoke: It’s been such a long no good time since we’ve talked. What has been happening with you? Remember me your semi-twin?

Joel responded: Of course I remember you. It’s just that I’ve been very busy working for men’s birth control rights on Fourth Street S.E.. And yourself. What’s been happening? he said starting to slide into a Yiddish accent.

Elli said: Well, you know with this year’s Yom Kippur I’ve been doing alot of soul searching. I’m afraid that if I don’t do something serious I am going to lose my identity as a Jew. Maybe the rabbi will strip me of my scull cap or I’ll find the fringe missing from my talis…

You need to see me. Come on over. We need to strengthen each other. We need to get reacquainted. We may have the same problems, it sounds, and we can help each other out. I’ve turned to paganism as an escape. Anyway, I rent a flat upstairs at 413 with a girl named Ellen. Buzz in this afternoon. We’ll be waiting for you. I have’nt been happy though and you may be just the right boost to get me going again in the proper direction. This thing with Ellen isn’t serious. She just doesn’t bring out the best in me. Maybe you already know this, my friend. Anyway, she has just had an abortion so be kind. I don’t want to stir up any feelings of anti-Semitism here in her. She knows I would never marry a girl who wasn’t Jewish.

Oh G-d Joel. That’s between you and G-d. But I already know that it is time for us to do mitzvahs - things for life, rember? Elli said. Shall I come over now?

Yes, better now that later, Joel said.

All right Bye.

So long.

*        *        *

Joel was playing cards over the phone when Elli arrived. He said to his phone buddy: You now have seventeen. Do you want another?

Elli entered. Hello Joel. Shalom.

Shalom, he said and excused himself from the phone game. Please sit, he said to his brother Elli. How is your wife, Elli? What is she doing these days?

Not very much. We’ve been split up for a year now. She rents a flat in New York and does social work…. I’ve come to talk about something differnt.

At that point Joel put the piled cards on a table at settled into his usual intensity and somberness, with paganism. He slowly passed his ring-laden hand across his vest. This was his intentional move to let Elli notice his rings.

Heathen amulets! Elli said.

Oh no. Not just that but the tickets to Shamanism, Ellen, Joel’s friend said. She came from across the room and looked ominous wearing black and gold. Her radiant blonde beauty shown.

Yes. Ask Ellen. We bought these rings together from a woman wearing black without pearls. She said the Shaman rings would evolve mysteries around me better than the Jewish covenant .. And it has been true, he said stretching his arm out to reach Ellen. She smiled and said, Yes, his health has been cured. I don’t know if he told you but he was suffering from a chronic ulcer before the rings.

I think I’ll come back when the moon isn’t going to be full, Elli said.

No have some coffee. We’ll try to be normal. Stay… Ellen pleaded.

Everything relaxed and eventually what the three decided