“What are you Americans thinking?” asked the young woman in perfect, if slightly accented, English. She was wearing a name tag with “Marie” in both Cyrillic and Latin print and had greeted us pleasantly when we ducked out of the rain and into her store to buy postcards and mementos for our grandchildren. Her question about American “thinking” came in the midst of a conversation about how dramatically life in Russia had changed during her 27 brief years.