ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!

I never really got into the zombie trend. Although I was cast in a zombie web-series once. I moved to Germany instead. Rats. Anyway. The best way to describe my colleagues and I is: Zombie Apocalypse Survivors. There are a number of reasons for this. Not that Russians are zombies. Even though they generally don't smile in public. But we're all slightly crazy strangers thrown together to face the odds together, blah blah blah. I think it's a "gotta be there" sort of thing. Sorry. Anyway, I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea about Russians. I have actually met several nice ones and have had some pretty good experiences in my week and a half here. For example...

Yesterday I was trying to jump on the very full bus (and ended up with my face virtually pushed up against the cracked glass which looked like it would shatter at any moment and almost got closed in yet another door). I rustled around for the bus fair in my wallet. A man behind me called out "Girl!" (in Russian) and he and another woman got my attention so that he could give me back a 100 Ruble bill that I'd dropped. ONE HUNDRED RUBLES! Don't worry, it's only a little more that 3 bucks. But Still, I can almost buy three bags of corn flakes with that. Which brings me to my second point.

Russians make the best cornflakes EVER. Light and fluffy, slightly sweetened and not infected with gluten. Yum. Unfortunately, the milk doesn't exactly enhance them, but that's another issue. I don't even know what to say other than- I'm addicted. Sigh. Forget Vodka. I would bring home a whole suitcase of cornflakes.

Speaking of grocery stores (you like my transitions?) I've had a couple cashiers be very helpful and utilize sign language and whatnot. Not that I need it anymore... But my crazy mad Russian skills will have to wait for another day. Prepare to be impressed.

I'm not sayin'; I'm just sayin'.