Train to Dnipropetrovsk

About sixteen miles outside of Dnipropetrovsk, a formerly closed
missile-producing city of 1.2 million, a factory exists that produces
nothing but stuffed animals. Most of them are bigger than they ought
to be and locals hawk them to the passengers of the train I now ride.

The temperature inside this "first class" cabin weebles around 100F,
and seeing a quarter mile of stuffed smiling bears, pink elefinks and
bizarrely colored rabbit-chairs makes one think they're going mad. I
meet with scientists tomorrow from the Institute of Problems of Metal
Physics (yes, that is the real name - awesome!) so hopefully I can put
this image out of my head until dreamtime.

Your humble iPhone reporter. Da zaftra.

Rod