doener and tochkas

adrianna left, it's just me :(
i found doner yesterday--the most popular German turkish fast food. it is all over Europe, most popular in germany, of course, and yesterday i found it in Russia. i found it at a train station where we went after a failed interview to observe sex workers in action. the interview we were supposed to have agreed to speak to us but chickened out at the last minute. apparently, i scare sex workers and somehow i have gotten a reputation of being a big bad american reporter with a hidden cameras and sound equipment who asks super personal questions (i do do the latter). so we went to one of moscow's train stations (there are 7 i think) to observe the sex worker tochka (literally, means spot), where they congreagate and get hired. we got out of hte subway adn took a wrong turn, so jonbek had to stop adn find a friendly neighborhood tajik sweeping the street and ask him in the mothertongue where to find prostitutes. i can only imagine what this must look like from a side: a strangely dressed girl hanging out wiht a dude who is asking for directions to the whores. we found them sitting on a stoop outside the train station. the pimpress, universally known as mama rosa, was sitting down surrounded by 4-5 younger women all just hanging out. literally, about 10 feet away from them were a group of cops, who are paid to serve as the cover for the operation. about 50 feet away, in the parking lot there are big burly security guards who are overseeing the operation. i have been told stories about poor tajik men coming to these locations to hire a girl, pay for her adn walk away with the woman of their choice, only to be stopped by the cops. at best, the girl and money will be taken away. at worst, they get beaten or jailed by the cops for soliciting. tehre were stories about men hiring girls and taking them to their apartments, only to be instantly raided by following cops, and accused of rape.
we lasted for about 10 min adn seeing enough we left. jonbek insisted we have dinner at this uzbek restaurant. surrounded by fake decorations of blue mosques of buhara, i felt like i was back in tajikistan, especially since the asian menu contained meat, served with meat, on top of meat. i had a skimpy salad, ridiculously overprized, with a glass of house wine. i had no idea that uzbeks make wine but this concoction was not soo bad. there was even a belly dancer, 2, who kept switching outfits and would randomly appear, about once in half hour. i was impressed, jonbek called them fat and claimed he has seen a lot of women in the last few days, looking for all the sex workers. poor guy.