One might say that the reds under the bed of the 1960s are back out again.
23 Soviet spies will be expelled within the next week.
Diplomatic relations will be less easy.
The comings and goings of Russians in and out of the country will be more carefully watched and the money of oligarchs watched.
All because an ex-double agent and his daughter were poisoned with Novochok, a nerve agent.
An over simplified version of events but a throwback to my teenage years and the constant arguments between the USSR and the west. It was scary at times.
A pundit described what is going on in Russia now is similar to Germany in the 1930s, hence today's reminder.
No Rewind Button
When we take that first breath,
the first step on the track to death,
there are no branches or sidings,
just one set of rails we’re following.
Different routes become clear,
junctions give the choice to veer,
but once off on a different track,
there is no opportunity to turn back.
All our motion must be forward,
we can’t lose our way toward,
the ultimate, inevitable cessation,
and pulling in at that final station.
If we are to enjoy our journey,
making the most of every opportunity,
then we must enable changes,
be brave, and expand scope of ranges.
Presented then with the choices,
to satisfy the drive of inner voices,
we choose the most favourable branch,
and take the path of least resistance.
Only when close to the final stop,
do we understand how our choices prop,
the aims throughout life’s expedition,
to a happy and satisfying conclusion.
©David L Atkinson November 2017