saturday, i'm sitting in the office. i brought my laptop as i was promised internet..and to work on transcribing. i have no internet, so i'm blogging instead of working.
i have been making mental notes of things that seem interesting to me. so...
everyone in moscow seems to smoke tiny skinny virginia slims-like cigarettes--vagina cigarettes. they are popular in ukraine, but in ukraine only women, and skinny young girls smoke them, here, men too indugle in the dainty look and, undenyably, feel of tiny nicotine-y vagina cigs. men also carry bags, but not like sports bags. there are two kinds really: tehre is the laptop bag, which i am 100% does not, ever, contain any laptops. jonbek carries one and his contains cell phone, passport, interview papers, and money. but it looks cool and can be swung over the shoulder for that extra special professional hands-free look. the other kind is the man-purse. no joke, it's miniature, has two handles, and reminds me of my fake prada purse i bought for 10 Euros from an AFrican guy at the vatican (the cops were coming so he bargained me down). i have been meaning to take a pciture of this, but i am afraid of being beaten on teh subway. i wonder what these uni-sex purses contain: wallet? lipstick? tampons? none of those seem like the right answer, and yet, every man is standing on the subway, holding on to the rail with one hand and clutching his own personal purse with the other.
tehre are flower shops on every corner. small kiosks that sell not some meadow vegetations, but beautiful rich roses and exotic orchids. one would think that russians just buy flowers, all day every day. yesterday, while waiting for the interview on the edge of the city by a forest (a real forest) i saw a rat. i have to say, chicago rats can eat moscow rats for breakfast, tail adn all. i've also figured out why i cannot understand jonbek's english: he sounds like borat. i think what he is really trying to do is pull off an english accent or to sound proper, but in reality he ends up sounding a little bit like the comrade from the glorious nation of kazakhstan..i liiike!
i have a new best friend. she is azeri, she is 39 and she is a sex worker. she is about 5 feet tall, she drinks..a lot, and as i found out yesterday, she has an international criminal record. i took her interview adn for the past three days she has been supplying me with 'friends' to interview. during the interview i had yesterday, with a girl who was described as a minor (she ended up being 23, but for a good 15 min i felt like a creepy jerk), she bought me a beer and chips that did not contain bacon. she also promised to take me out dancing. i've already been to the disco with tajik prostitutes, disco with moscow sex workers should be interestiung too.
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