Hope was the breath that kept these people alive one more day in the shadows and valleys of every city in every country on the face of the earth, even ours. Like Hollywood, we're suckers for a happy ending but real life is not so tidy.
It was the doorway to everything and nothing I'd expected. There was no decor save the bodies snaked with tattoos and little more strewn about on minimal furniture in various poses only the drunk and drugged can manage.
If Purgatory exists on Earth, this is it. We are some of the first Americans to ever set foot here, on the Far East bank of Russia.