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Feature Story February 20, 2003
 
Let ‘Em Send Me to the Bughouse Again!
By Dar Zhutayev Browse author
 
 
I wanna live back in the USSR,
I vote for the Democratic People's Republic of Korea.
And let the buggers send me to the bughouse again -
There they give you downers - and free of charge, that's the best of all!

-- Russian shitkicker radical commie underground poetry.

It's a quiet night here, by Shchukinskaya metro station. If you look out the window, you can see the twin towers of the swanky Aliye Parusa apartment complex, painted a really eerie shade of turquoise, looming in the distance. In fact, they look so uncannily like a downsized copy of the Twin Towers of 9/11 fame that one wonders why the Chechen guerrillas don't hijack some kukuruznik (a pathetic-looking little plane used for spraying fertilizer and pesticides on fields) somewhere in the wilds of Ichkeria and reenact here in Moscow the valorous deed of their co-religionists in NYC. Would look very hip and postmodern -- plus, with any luck, the wreck and ruin caused by such an explosion would stop just short of the borders of the neighborhood I live in, taking away the worthless lives of the rich scum who can afford an apartment in Aliye Parusa and leaving righteous cheapo revolutionaries like myself -- and the proletarians and oppressed masses living in my filthy ghettolike neighborhood -- unscathed and rejoicing.

I'm quite comfy here, by the computer. A cup of hot coffee is steaming before me, I have just popped three tranquilizers to allay the nasty combined effects of my ongoing depression and the hell of a hangover I'm having and Gerry Mulligan's sax is harmoniously blending with Art Farmer's trumpet on My Funny Valentine in my headphones. I'm getting older and tamer, hence the preference for jazz. No more avantgarde Belarus punk bands with lyrics like "I'm walking sober, like a Hitler monument" or Kazakhstani Moslem ones with entire songs composed of the phrase "I love pork! I dig pork!! Eating pork gives me a motherfucking kick!!!" for me. Or pseudo-proletarian anthems like the one quoted above. Jazz, sobriety, conjugal fidelity and my old ragged and worn snot-green sweater to keep out the cold.

The guy spotted by the militia on Ustyinsky Bridge in Moscow on Tuesday night, February 4, must have felt very differently from me, in my present idyllic circumstances. Shivering from the bitter cold in his threadbare coat. Fidgety, nervous and on the verge of hysteria. And, as likely as not, intoxicated with counterfeit vodka or some nauseating chemically-synthesized alcoholic drink from a plastic bottle. Concealed under the threadbare coat of the 22-year-old chemistry student Igor Fedorovich (nicknamed "the Sapper") -- who made the headlines in the Russian media that week and riveted the nation's attention to the political group he belonged to, the Vanguard of Red Youth (AKM) -- was no less an object than a homemade time bomb. His alleged target was the Moscow City Public Transportation Administration (Mosgortrans) building on Raushskaya Quay, which he allegedly intended to bomb in a protest against the recent raise in gas prices and the corresponding raise in public transportation fares. The FSB and militia are reported to have been aware all along of the bombing plot brewing in AKM milieus, allegedly keeping surveillance of the group's activities for several weeks, so a cop ambush was waiting for the Sapper by the bridge. He installed his bomb and set the timer ticking. When the cops emerged from hiding and demanded that he defuse the device, he said it was impossible to stop the timer once it had been launched and then asked to send for his mother. She was duly brought to the scene and, after a short talk with her, Igor gingerly carried the ticking bomb to the quay's parapet, where it exploded, causing no other harm than a few damaged stones. Igor Fedorovich, under psychiatric care and recently discharged after a course of treatment in a mental hospital, is also supposed to be implicated in some other bombing activities, particularly the September 11, 2002, explosion of the plastic toilet down which Putin's Hitlerjugend, the Idushchiye Vmeste (one possible translation could be "Coming Together"), used to symbolically flush the books of avant-garde writers.


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