The Past

The past is a fiction designed to account for the discrepancy between my immediate physical sensations and my state of mind.

Home in NJ

Home in NJ
That's good tea ...

Guitar

Guitar

Hair

Hair
My hair before I cut it all off

Sunday, March 7, 2010

I bought a guitar a couple days ago which I really had been wanting to do. It was about four thousand rubles including the amplifie, which is not a bad price at all especially for russia where everything except food is pretty expensive. I bought it from this awesome guy Sergei Zubov, who spoke absolutely perfect english with a california accent. I actually thought he was an American tourist for a second. He had spent a few years performing in America and i guess that's why his english is so good. He is sort of a celebrity in Chuvashia, which is the part of Russia I live in.

Two days after buying a guitar I got kind of annoyed at the Russian postal service because I still didn't have my care package but I had revieved other mail. I went over to the post office with my bro Dima and I didn't even have my passport with me. I gave them a photo copy of it and then I saw the contents of my package and I sort of got mad. I just screamed in Russian: "Why is my mail here and why is it open?" over and over again and then I accused them of theft. They eventually just gave it to me repeating over and over again that it was everything, that everything was there. I have learned a valuable lesson:
If you don't get what you want in Russia, just shout very loudly and look really mad--then you will get what you want.

Now I need to go buy a bunch of ten cent gifts because it is womens day tomorrow.

1 comment:

  1. OK, now you have to email me with some Russian colloquialisms that I can type up and put on the INSIDE of the next care package. Something to the effect: "Why the h_ll are you looking inside this box? This is none of your business. Have you ever heard of privacy? Get back to work and deliver this box intact!" Ya know??? HA-HA ..

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