I know everybody must be bored to tears with my post on Russian television, so I will make this brief. I watched a segment on Israel last night and the commentator said, “The Jews came to the desert and turned it into a garden.” That’s a big thing for a Russian channel, so I was glad.
On a vaguely related note, a Dominican waiter said to me, “I knew you were either Russian or Ukrainian but I didn’t dare to venture a guess because Russians and Ukrainians hate to be confused with each other.”
N and I act like the typical representatives of our cultures here. I’m chatty, expansive and friendly, while he is silent, mysterious, and sombre. I’m just so hugely happy to be among Spanish speakers that I’ve become super sociable. Speaking Spanish just feels so good, it’s like a physiological pleasure.

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