Monday, 25 May 2009

Today is a momentous occasion (sort of)

Boring title for a post, but my mental capacities are limited on my weeks off work. On saturday I (again) went to Ikea. There's about three in Moscow, and regardless of where you go they are always jammed with horrible people. I managed to cart a table all the way back from a far-off massive shopping centre at Белая Дача (Belaya Dacha which means, umm, white country house, I guess. Bit of a misnomer) in the south-west by myself, both blistering my fingers and looking like a pillock at the same time.

Walking along the Moscow ring road carrying a table top sideways would have turned me into a type of sailboat, meaning I constantly had to attack the wind. So rather than continue my zig-zagging, I ducked down the back streets behind the Ministry of Foreign Affairs on my way home. I didn't dare walk in front of the damn thing, in case one of the blasted militsiya decided to question my strange behaviour.

It's not entirely uncommon for muscovites to be seen carrying random pieces of crap . On the metro you'll run the gamut of mad old ladies with kittens stuffed down their coats to a slightly sheepish young girl carrying an enormous stuffed animal from an unknown fairground, or, my personal favourite, a tramp with a glazed look on his face holding three half-full glass tankards of beer and a half-opened bottle of champagne - all the while acting as if this were the norm, as if he was left at the table while the rest of his mates went outside for a fag.

As a result of my herculean efforts, I now have a proper desk to work from - rather than being hunched over on a crappy bedside table thing - or just eat in front of the comp like a fat slob.

On Sunday I was (sort of) teaching a class with my acquaintance Alex. He already teaches at an institute and asked me to come along and voice some optional classes for extra hard-core interpretation. Essentially it was me talking about myself and them having to interpret back to Alex as succinctly as possible. I rather enjoyed it, as I think that's one of the best possible teaching methods: put the feckless ones on the spot under pressure and see how they perform. Worked for me in my school days, and I lament the fact it didn't continue to uni level. Indeed I got a lot out of yesterday's class myself, as I hardly speak any Russian these days. At uni they made us read numerous works of Russian literature instead. I didn't mind, but it was too much of a roundabout way of learning a language.

1 comment:

  1. hahahaha, I remember the guy with three glasses of beer lol. this was great. Tanya