And here it comes – October 20. 7 years ago, on this day, I crossed the US border. 3 planes, 36 hours on the way, and I’m on the opposite side of the globe. The time difference with Tomsk is 11 hours in summer and 12 hours in winter.
You know what question I was asked most often (well, besides “Where are you from?”) – “How do you like it here?”
Last night rain washed away the city’s dust and dried drops of fog from my car. It left only traces of the Crackle’s nose on the inside of the rear windows.
Last night rain, as usual, came with the wind. A couple of times its gusts made me think WOW! and run to the window to check if the fence was in place. Yep, it happened once that the fence was lying in the place where it should have stood.
…five-thirty in the morning, the first half cup of coffee, I scroll the FB on the phone and see a friend request from a man from Indonesia. He has 3 posts-photos: he, he and a woman in a headscarf, he and a woman in a headscarf with a child in her arms. Not a word in Russian, and only the name of the place of work in English. And … 1284 friends! 1284! I stare at the phone in surprise: how did he “make” so many friends, and most importantly, why?
Sunday night. Daniel and I sat on a breezeway. We were sad. His brother, Claude, with wife, Charlene, had just left. A simple dinner with them was the highlight of 2020 for us.
We sat and looked at our own strange yard. The grass is scorched by the sun and trampled by 10,000 steps of 3-5 contractors a day. Next to the hedge is a dump of ladders and stepladders covered with plastic. Not far from it is another pile of boxes with shingles, also covered with plastic. In front of the house, the view is not more beautiful.