Somewhere in the Moldistan Forest - November 2014
Autumn is settling in fast and the temperatures are already dropping, here in the forests of Moldistan.
Things have quietened down considerably since our fierce battles with the government troops and the American interlopers some 6 weeks ago.
- Gretsky has run back to Krasvin.
- Back to his palace, his whores and his high life.
The Americans got their wounded man back from us and have also gone home. Of course, we tried to kill Gretsky, twice and we think the Americans even tried to help us, but that man has the luck of the devil.
He even survived our RPG attack !!
Now we are just left in the cold. We sit wrapped in furs, huddled around our log fires for warmth. The world no longer cares. The news has moved on.
We have developed elaborate fire pits with special chimneys to draw the smoke away so it doesn't give our position away to the government jets patrolling high above our heads.
The Titanium mine at Gorazh is fully operational now and is churning out the stuff for the Russians.
Every day, we see trucks loaded with ore, ripped from deep below us, making their way North to the land of the bear.
We tried attacking some of the trucks, but what can we do ?
We stop the truck and scare the driver off into the woods with our rifles. The Moldistan Defence Force just send more men to take the abandoned truck and its cargo away. We achieve nothing, but the exercise keeps us warm - haha.
Soon the snow will come. We get very cold winters here, probably -25 Degrees C and several metres of snow. We will probably spread ourselves out for the winter, seeking shelter from the harshest weather in the barns of farmers, secretly loyal to our cause. Nikolay took over from our beloved Lukashenka, may God rest his soul. Comrade Jakov is young but has the heart of a lion. He is determined to beat Gretsky and hates him with a passion. We all look forward to the days when the sun returns to our meadows and people will no longer need to live in fear of marching boots or go to bed with empty stomachs.
Today, we secretly travelled to a farm way up in the North East. We discovered a mass grave - the farmer had reported hearing trucks and machine guns one night several weeks ago but had been too afraid to investigate. Probably more victims of the government cleansing - more citizens who were too vocal and critical of Gretsky, no doubt. It was impossible to estimate how many were buried there, but it could be as many as fifty dead.
The nights are long here, so we sit round the fire and tell stories of our forefathers and sing and dance. Petr is good with his violin. He plays gypsy songs and we drink, sing and stamp our feet in time.
We look forward to spring - warmer temperatures, longer days and the chance to strike back at Gretsky.
May God let us survive long enough to take our revenge.
Stay warm Comrades.
Yours
Micha
