Ah, number 31. Was it Heraclitus who said that - “of all the
numbers in the universe, 31 is the most forlorn”. No it was not. But it’s my
forlorn number anyway, as fromrussiawithrob is temporarily saying poka poka to
Russia. My year abroad is effectively over and tomorrow I will take my leave of
sunny Moscow for the grey, drizzly summers of England.
What can I say comrades and comradettes? It’s been a blast.
An emotional, geographical, linguistical adventure. There have been good times,
there have been better times, there have been “i’m soooooo sad waaaaaaah” times,
but when the smoke settles and the clichés finally stop flowing from my pen, i’ll
surely remember, with fondness, every vatrushka s tvorogom and every nonsensical, grammatical
mishap that befell me this last 9 months.
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| Me looking ecstatic about leaving Russia |
...now that the credits are rolling, dear reader, please don’t
feel this blog is dead and done for. There will be a special announcement in
the next week or so regarding a little adventure I have planned for later in
the summer. So stay tuned.
My ego wishes me to make one more utterance before I leave,
something that I said when this whole ball of bears started rolling. “Russia
will never be boring” was my philosophy with this trip, and give yourselves a
pat on the back rebyata, because you’ve lived up to it.
All the best
Rob
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