To be perfectly candid it's hard to feel like I'm here.
While it was a relatively new Boeing 767, the projector over my head rattled like a '45 pick-up off a deer lease. Still, the flight was smooth as glass. About 20 minutes into it they went ahead and started V FOR VENDETTA -- which I'd seen, making the dubbing irrelevant.
So I fell asleep somewhere in the third act and woke up ten hours later as the heavily-accented Russian pilot was saying, "Flight attendants prepare for landing." And while it was a rather standard landing, it's Russian custom to applaud at the completion of a successful touch down. In Russian, relatively mundane good fortune is celebrated. Probably has something to do with those 20 million countrymen killed in WWII.
So having slept for all but two of the 12 flying hours, it felt like I had gone to Phoenix except walking down the stairs onto the icy tarmac it was clear there weren't no cacti within a hemisphere or two.
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Have tried to comment but no luck....lets see if this goes through. Mom in her babushka
Your comment came through. I just think this blog system is a little buggy sometimes...
Oh, and by the way, bubushka translates as "grandmother" -- which you may have known.
Babuska......I first heard it when I left home to go work for Eastern Airlines in Chicago. Lots 'o Polish people and the babuska was their head scarf and so too says my computer dictionary. Hmmmm?
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