In Nizhny Novgorod, this is especially ridiculous. The authorities, led by a United Russia mayor whom we caught with undeclared apartments in Miami, sent a bunch of pathetic little stooges to meet us at the train station with signs about selling out the Motherland.
I honestly tried to talk to them. Fine, explain this to me, I asked: why am I supposed to go to Magadan, while the mayor with apartments bought with money from who-knows-where isn’t going there at all?
- Everything I want to say is written on the sign, replies a fairly friendly-looking man. And after that, he gives the same answer to every question. Well, I just hope they at least paid him for the picket and didn’t cheat him out of his money.
Still, he is right about Magadan. I will most likely go to Magadan to open a campaign headquarters there. People live in Magadan too, and they are against corruption as well.
They followed me all through the station chanting, “Navalny is an American agent.” I stopped again and asked: why am I an agent in Maryino (a district in Moscow), but your mayor in Miami is not—can you explain that?
The answer was brilliant: and who comes to see you in that Maryino?! Germans! And cars with Swedish license plates!
Just like in Ufa, our loud procession through the station looked quite striking. Only this time even more people saw it—after all, it’s a workday today. Beautiful.
Today there’s a meeting with the local media, and then we’re opening a volunteer headquarters.
Hello, Nizhny!