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, May 9, 2010

Ok I was wrong when I said the "the WW2 victory celebration will be tomorrow". That was a different holiday--different but similar. The holiday, which is called "the ninth of may" is held, contrary to what I wrote earlier, on the ninth of may, not the second.

Today, (the ninth of may) I was at the heart of this celebration in cheboksary. There were parades and some jeeps and stuff in the street. I think a total of about five thousand people were in the parade in novocheboksarsk and at least twice that much in cheboksary. Each of them had their own genuine AK47. People would say "s praznikom!" and everyone yelled it back. There were a lot of drunk people who wanted to kill me and one of them stole my chocolate, but overall I'd say the good of the day outweighed the bad. My friends and I had a barbecue and then went to so the fireworks. They were stunning and promptly set the nearby woods on fire. The fire was big and it took about half an hour for the firemen to put it out. Only in Russia

On the way home an old, drunk man grabbed me by the hair and said laughinglly that he wanted it for himself.

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