The Mysterious Russian

I always have the weirdest things happen to me. About two years ago, I lost a library book on the Spanish Civil War. I looked everywhere and it was nowhere to be seen. So the library put it down as “Assumed Lost.”

And so yesterday I took a bag I haven’t used in a couple of months from the closet, opened it, and. . . the book was in there. With a hand-written note attached IN RUSSIAN, saying, “Thank you very much!”

My only Russian-speaking colleague only came to our school this year. And she doesn’t speak any Spanish, so she wouldn’t have any use for the book. Besides, she’d just tell me in person because we hang out together all the time. Other than this colleague, the only Russian-speaker I know in this entire region is my husband.

It seems like I have a mysterious Russian-speaker lurking around me who is interested in the Spanish Civil War. On the off chance that this person is reading the blog, I just wanted to say, “Товарищ, дай знать о себе. Я не злая, не бойся.”