I studied in Russia for one semester during undergrad:: it was full of ballet and cigarette smoke, an almost nervous-breakdown, the silence of snow, a bear on a bicycle, a secret from an overnight train ride to Moscow. Memorable. We still get together, many of us who studied together that semester. Our little group keeps growing as people add spouses and children. Last year we all headed off to church together at a Ukrainian Orthodox church tucked away in Chicago. It only takes one whiff of incense: back to autumn 2001.
I cannot tell you how different Africa is from Russia.
Here we all are eating pizza at a sports bar in Chicago, neither Russian nor African.
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Thanks for posting a picture of me when I was fat and pregnant. Just kidding. Seriously though, who is that sitting on my left? And who is that face behind Zac and little Josh? Have I already forgotten some of our RSP'ers?
Maybe the ghost of Pushkin was eating Giordanno's with us that day.
That's Liz's (at the time, brand-new) husband John to your left. And the floating head by Zac is his lovely wife Lindsey. Though it definitely would have been cool for it to have been the disemboweled head of the ghost of Pushkin, too. Do you think he would have gone for the veggie pizza?
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