What a country for a Writer!

I have lacked in the number of posts I have made on this blog, and can only happily communicate that I have been too busy in Russia. In America I was many times busy with objects of a not so scholarly disposition. I was busied by those beautiful people I saw all around me and, while I did enjoy this so, I believe that I should now concern myself with my intellect.

I have endeavored here to read and write as much as possible, in the forms of a personal devotional, only russian literature, and of course the many poems and short stories that naturally spring from my life regardless of it's situation. I am now a happy intellectual in a country of quiet people.

My trip here has also had some crazy social outbreaks in its itinerary. I have rapped in Japanese in front of a few hundred people, trusted russians I had never even met before with my safety, drank deeply with a Danish man at an extremely overpriced bar, told random women they are beautiful on the metro (for they are, oh they are), been in different types of mortal danger and also volunteered at a transit house for orphans.

Tomorrow I depart for Moscow and there I will stay until monday, when I will depart from Moscow to Prague for one week. Who knows what kind of adventures I will get myself into there.

To speak about the nature of these people, these Russians, one must speak about the nature first of a New York or Chicago city dweller. With this model add a little more kindness, individuality, pride and alcohol tolerance and you will find yourself quickly arriving at a Russian. They are a marvelous people whose lives have always been struggle just delicatley dabbed with moist happiness taken from a warm sponge in a country where the bath water never gets warm.

What a country for a Writer!