This is very true. It goes much deeper my friend. The movie Stalker gives us a chance to see the truth. Russia is an enigma. It is a multicultural paradise. The genetic bridge between the White and the Asian. The Russian tundra is a metaphor for the winter that birthed the Caucasian race. The bleakness of Russia is the futility of 'Our struggle'. It is the richest country but the poorest country. It is white but yearns to be whiter. It reaches out its hand in friendship to a hostile brother. Intoxication having once given rise to the human intellect through the mushroom, is now inverted by the corruption emancipating from a bottle of vodka. To look upon Russia is to find out who you truly are as a white man. Once you can see yourself, the repressed sexual knot in your pelvic chakra dissipates, having stemmed from losing the bbc gene of your negro ancestor. At the end of your journey, you awaken naked in the Teutoburg Forest, 9AD. Realizing your western life was nothing but a fever dream, "Russia" having guided you back to consciousness. Then and there you realize that Russia never existed and never will except in your heart.
