Who are you and what are you doing in Russia?

The garage of my childhood was never very tidy or dust free, like the ones of today's houses; floor painted, walls finished with custom closets to hide the clutter. Ours had exposed wood framing, oil stained floors, makeshift shelves and a beat-up workbench lined with peanut butter and pickle jars full of multi-sized screws and bolts. It was rustic and unrefined.

But it was the perfect place to set up a short wave radio. I remember dad exulting when he got a far-away country.

"He's speaking German. I've tuned in to Germany"! He said all excited.

"What's that language? I think I hear someone from India"!

"Great Britain! By George, I've got Great Britain"!

It was as if our arms grew long and rubbery, Gumby-like, and we could stretch them in an arch to touch other countries!

Fast forward a few decades and we have blogging, cell phones (and countless other technological wonders) to reach out with!

These are the countries my readers live in. The green shows blog traffic sources. The darker the shade, the more readers. I understand the traffic from the US. Shout out to you all! But I gotta know:

Who are you and what are you doing in Russia?

And Ethiopia?
And Indonesia?
And Malaysia?
And Great Britain?
And Germany?

Here's a welcoming 'hello' to you all!

Hey!

привет

Selam!

Helo

Hello!

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