Russia

Where do all the russian girls hang out? I met one in Hampton Beach, New Hampshire and she didn't like me talking to her. I didn't ask her much, just general questions. Although, she was working behind a counter at a beach front hot dog/pizza restaurant. Her name was Olga. I suppose I could've waited till she was off work, I mean, what do I expect really. I don't even know where my infatuation with Russia comes from, I've only heard bad things. I think it only comes from the literature. I am not a communist sympathizer, well, maybe I can sympathize with the idea, but I would not prefer to live in a communist society. Ayn Rand has affectively assuaged that desire. The Russia of Ayn Rand the Russia of Dostoevsky are completely different, although, neither are pleasant. All I read about in the book is things like cabbage soup, samovars, and icons. The weather is either oppressively hot or bone-freezing (in the stories anyway). The closest I've been to Russia is London, and that is not close to Russia. Is it even "Russia" any more? I know it was called the USSR for a long time. I should get on the world geography train, the geo-political as well. Is it OK to consider Milan Kundera a Russian author, probably not, he's Czech. I'll get there some day and it will be very surreal.

It's strange that when I ask people where Toledo is, they rarely know.

I think there are some Russian circles in VA Beach, I met one when shopping for furniture. Interesting people are like ghosts in Chesapeake. Translucent or disguised figures drifting in and out of Panera's or through the doors of coffee shops in Ghent, at times in which I am not around. Everyone I see is straight out of the factory, suburban made and suburban ready. There is no fault to be had there, just not what I want.