"Have you ever read Animal Farm?" I asked the former Soviet, now an American, who was sitting in my living room. "I don't need to read it." I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "I lived it," he said, and turned his chair away from me, inhaling deeply on an e-cigarette.
In a discussion I had recently with someone who grew up in the former Soviet Union, we discussed the idea of "small business". The Soviets didn't encourage small business. In fact, it was illegal to have a business "on the side" and definitely not OK to try to earn your own money, in a non-government-sanctioned... Continue Reading →
The word for hose in Russian is “schlang”. When the short, stout Irina Leikina was addressing us in her mad bursts of Muscovite Russian, she demonstrated with her flying hands. “And my son,” she bellowed. “He was pouring water out of the schlanga--” She gesticulated towards her groin, as if she were her tall, half... Continue Reading →
Blame it on the rain. My gratitude for today was for the cool, windy, rainy weather. And the opportunity I had to go walking in it. I got my spouse to come out in it with me, and we both had out coat collars pulled up as we trudged up and over the I-5 freeway... Continue Reading →