I didn't get much sleep last night, between the marathon, and my 3am show. I slept for 27 minutes in the library this morning. Then I woke and wrote a whole lot on my paper (it's so much easier when you don't cite anything--I'll go back and do that later. It will be easier this way), but I printed it out to edit some basic stuff (like cross-references to sections that I don't remember the name of because it's all of TEN PAGES of actual text), and then realized I don't have any writing implement. Karandash! Oh, the Russian is coming back. Kakoy uzhas (the not having a pencil, not the Russian coming back).
Those of you who've been to Russia (so....Katia....and maybe Katya if she still reads during her busy job), if you had to, say, give a little talk to a bunch of frightened first-timers to put them on guard of what to expect, but also reassure them that it's going to be the trip of a lifetime, what kind of things would you tell them? I'm going to mention not smiling too much, and to be careful of pickpockets, but they've already been told things like that (that's why they're scared). In fact, here is a (rather hilarious exchange) between our Czech travel agent Jana and a boy in the back row (bitbr)
Jana: So, fellows, pretty ladies will be coming up to you and saying things like, oh, I want to practice my English, oh, can you come with me to keep me safe on my walk, oh, please let me buy you a drink. And then you are trapped in a scam!
bitbr: Yeah... wow...any of those would work!
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