Photos by Joni Nasser from Damascus
A travel
er in southern Russia before the Second world War, was taken to see a humble old woman in a little cottage.
The old lady asked the visitor if she was by any chance going to Moscow.
The traveler said she was. “then” asked the woman, “would you mind delivering a parcel of home-made toffee to my son? He cannot get anything like it in Moscow.”
Her son’s name was Josef Stalin. We do not normally think of him, who was once dictator of all Russia, as a man who liked toffee. But his mother did! For her, the labels of greatness did not count.