Our friend Irina called today to tell about a conversation she had at a children’s birthday party. One of the moms commented that she noticed a foreigner in Victory Square. It was obvious to her, even from her car, that the guy was foreign because he wore a rucksack and had a big smile on his face. Irina asked for more details about this foreigner’s size and hair color and yes, she’d seen me. Not only do I not blend in, it turns out I’m a topic of conversation.
Friday, April 12, 2013
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