In light of International Tango Day, I was interviewed (again) over the phone by Voice of Russia about Moscow's tango scene. Click the following link to listen to me prattle on for about fifteen minutes.
In a paradoxical twist of fate, or “ирония судьбы” (ee-roniya sood-bee lit. "irony of fate"), my physical problems that I made mention of last post have likely arisen from tango classes, but coincidentally the terminology used in tango is extremely useful for explaining your problems to Russian doctors. So how about another long overdue language lesson?
First up – although this took place last year and isn't all that exciting – I was having problems with my muscle (мышца – myshtsa) in my calf (голень – goh-len’) or икра (i-kra). Officially, it should be икроножная мышца (ikronozhnaya myshtsa) - although to be even more accurate the calf muscle is actually made up of three different muscles, and therein lay the problem.
My technique in the way I was stepping – in tango one of the key elements is a толчковый шаг (tolch-kovy shag), a “pushing” or “thrusting” step (derived from толчок – tol-chok) – was slightly off. Ideally, you are meant to propel yourself forward using your thighs (бедро – bed-roh, which for some reason I keep getting mixed up with ведро – ved-roh – which is “bucket”).
For whatever reason I was using my heel muscles more than my thighs, stemming perhaps from not wanting to stand on my partner's feet (столкнуться - stawlk-noot-sya) as I moved forward. The proper technique involves making sure you stand on the inside part of your feet, which is referred to as внутренняя часть стопы (v-noo-trenyaya chast’ stop-iy), and that you have открытые стопы (otkrytiye stop-iy – open feet), and that your heels are together (пятки вместе – pyatki vmes-tye). If you’re lucky, after a few weeks you’ll have blisters (волдыры – vol-dyr-ee, though rarely used in speech) on your big toes (большие пальцы ног – bol-shiye paltsy nog) that will later become calluses (мозоли – maw-zawl-i).
As a result, muscles in my right calf were getting used more than they should and, if I understood the physiotherapist (физиотерапевт – fizio-terra-peft) correctly, the way those muscles met led to spasms (спазм) because of a build up of lactic acid or whatever. This manifested itself when I was suddenly struck by a painful cramp walking around the center of Moscow one summer day. Being a big girl, I instantly thought I had a torn muscle, or разорванная (razorvannaya) мышца.
Thankfully it turned out there was no injury and I was prescribed some stretches (вытягивание – vy-tyag-ivan-iye), that ointment stuff back in a previous post, and a few massage (массаж - massazh) sessions during which the physio poured paraffin wax over the affected area.
Not pictured: my foot
The second thing to give me grief was my back (спина - spi-na) for similar reasons, although of course my instant conclusion was that I had slipped a disc and would be forever crippled. Ironically, probably much to the joy of my parents who had berated me for slouching, the MRI (магнитно-резонансная томография magnito-rezonansnaya tomografia,or just MRT) revealed that my back was, in fact, almost completely straight (прямая - pri-maya) as a result of a year's worth of constant dancing.
The issue lay in the fact that along the length of your spine (позвоночник - poh-zvo-noch-nik) there are a whole bunch of muscles connected to the vertebrae. Now ideally the muscles in the lumbar region before meeting the rib cage (грудная клетка - grood-naya klet-ka) should only flex back and forward, while the turning stuff is done further up. Somehow I was breaking that rule and twisting the muscles that should not. So, of course, back to the doctor to get a referral for the physio.
It only dawned on me later at the medical center I use that the reason their physiotherapy department has the slightly odd title of травматология (trav-ma-to-log-i-ya - traumatology) is because it's a warning. The main word in травматология is trauma. Mood music and soothing wax were no longer going to cut it.
Not quite there yet
The words "massage" and "therapy" in this context are misnomers; those two are meant to evoke the idea of relaxation. In my first stint at traumatology I was held face down while an unsympathetic small woman jammed her elbow (локоть - law-kawt) into my backside. My wails did nothing; "Yes, I know, just a little bit more," as she pressed harder down on the back of my thigh for another ten minutes. And then more stretches. This time round they involved me mostly lying on the floor thrusting my hips into the air while another small woman demanded I keep sticking my ass up higher and my head tilted forward. "Look at belly!" she commanded in broken English while making me hold an exercise ball with my arms and legs.
The Catch-22 here is that, while an hour's worth of such exercises every day might seem torturous and make you look like a prat, the thing is that, even though they hurt if you do them, your back or leg will still hurt if you don't. The upshot is that you keep up with the former in the hope that it will eventually not hurt any more.
Those three months of dry humping an exercise mat do eventually result in a happy ending - but unfortunately it's a slow one with no fanfare. The reward comes gradually, like when you sit back up after spending the past five minutes making your pelvis (таз - tazz) and chest point opposite directions for the umpteenth time to find that, hold on, that one thing in that bit there doesn't feel off any more. And then once you've fixed yourself all up, you go and do something stupid like crack one of your toes off a metal chair leg...
Next time: the dangers of the Russian countryside and the secret to seducing women.
I should
preface by noting that my word is not law. My only resources are basically what
I can find on the Internet, which isn’t a guarantee that the following is
completely accurate. The use of links to Wikipedia is more often for the
benefit of English readers with no knowledge of the Russian language, rather
than posting the Russian-only links. The various pieces of information I’ve
gathered ultimately all seem to point in the same direction and hopefully give
the narrative I've teased out of them a vague semblance of veracity. By all
means I invite readers to point out any inaccuracies.
Secondly,
this entry is not a debate of the symbolic merits (or lack thereof) of five women
causing a ruckus in a Moscow
cathedral for a couple of minutes, or the state of equality and liberty in
post-Soviet Russian society. There are plenty of other staffers out there far
more capable of tackling such topics, some of whom will be referenced.
Finally,
apologies for the months-long period of silence; I know that some folk out
there have actually asked me why there haven’t been any updates in a while, for
which I’m touched. This is down to being plagued by physical problems, dragged
into bureaucracy, and just being plain busy. Sitting down for a couple of hours
to write something was very low down
on the list of priorities over the past few months.
But I’m
back now, so are we good to go?
Cool.
A friend
wrote the following to me approximately around the time when three members of
Pussy Riot – (seen from left to right at the top) Yekaterina Samutsevich, Maria
Alyokhina, and Nadezhda Tolokonnikova – were staring down a judge in a Moscow courthouse:
Can you,
like, provide a good explanation of what's going on? Swedish media is making
them look like these fearless freedom-fighters, with noble causes, fighting
Sauron himself. And that just seems way too simple.
Truth be
told I had wanted to avoid the topic of Pussy Riot altogether. I am neither for
nor against the group’s activities, but as I’ve delved into the history of the
characters involved, I find myself becoming less and less sympathetic towards
their supposed plight.
In response
to the question, I suggested reading this marvelous piece written by Mark
Ames to start with, because the man has an amazing ability of frequently
pointing out how often the West is utterly ignorant or misinformed when it
comes to everything Russia.
The presentation of his remarks – certainly during his tenure at the Exile (NSFW) – may come off as extreme
or solely designed to shock, but there are very few North Americans out there
with as deep a knowledge of Russia
out there as he. Ignoring him is ill-advised.
The Exile
was a freely distributed expat newspaper in Moscow
for about 15 years that got shut
down in 2008 and, if you read the Ames
article above, it was partly because of one of the members of Pussy Riot.
Despite appearances of a rag and the fact it was littered with adverts for
strip clubs – which was an extremely smart move on their part, because every
other free English-language newspaper like The Moscow Times, The Moscow News,
or Element, seem to not understand that these are an ad revenue goldmine – it
was one of the most well-written periodicals I've ever had the pleasure of
reading. The Exile was essentially one big contrarian editorial with a
libertarian satirical slant that was well ahead of the curve, and ridiculously funny
to boot.
Getting
back to the question, the "fearless freedom-fighters" line immediately
stood out for me. I find it increasingly absurd – and extremely worrying – that
almost no one in the West has bothered to take a closer look into who these
three "innocent", "progressive", "intelligent",
and "every-other-adjective-the-Guardian-can-come-out-with"
"girls" actually are. The deeper I’ve looked into this affair, the
more it seems that they are anything but. Another friend wrote:
I have some
friends dislocating their arms trying to pat themselves on the backs about
supporting Pussy Riot, and yet like you say, most of us have never heard of
before and have no easy way of gaining vital context.
That single
sentence does a good job of capturing my attitude towards this entire farce. The
longer the Pussy Riot debacle was drawn out, the more I was reminded of the pretentious
Kony 2012/Make Kony Famous
campaign and the initial reaction it generated. Remember that?
Well, I'm
getting the same vibe from the Pussy Riot case. But with this entry by no means
am I even attempting to be the guy that outed Invisible Children as a bunch of
ne’er-do-wells lacking transparency over how they spent donations – nor do I
even want to be. My motivation for finally approaching this affair is that
(among other things) I am concerned that folk around me have jumped on the
Pussy Riot bandwagon without even questioning the group's origins, as if to suggest
that this is just another case of the good underdog vs. the evil establishment –
one that lets us neatly fall into two camps, and the mere idea of proposing
anything to the contrary is absolutely horrifying.
With that
in mind, shall we meet the
three “young” ladies who have just received a two-year sentence for an act
of hooliganism?
First up is
Maria Alyokhina, 24, mother to a five-year-old son.
Together
with Samutsevich and Tolokonnikova, the three allegedly formed Pussy Riot in
September 2011 to supposedly fight against the "Putin junta".
Alyokhina is the so-called "Writer" of the trio due to her studies at
the Institute
of Journalism and Creative Writing. Her background is in humanitarian voluntary
work, as well as a spell at Greenpeace Russia getting anti-logging
petitions – a grand total of about 4,600 signatures – to send to Medvedev back
in 2008. Before she was arrested she was in her fourth year of journo studies. Allegedly Alyokhina is a vegan
and ended up reportedly malnourished in prison because she was not being fed
appropriately by the authorities.
[edit: The following was not Alyokhina's doing, but is instead attributed to one of the individuals involved in Voina's museum orgy who shall remain unnamed. Details of some of the actions by Voina, which are not worksafe, from 2006-2012 in English can be found by clicking here] It has been claimed that in 2010, Alyokhina
allegedly released an infamous video of herself masturbating
in a St. Petersburg grocery store with a frozen chicken (just an article,
not the video in question), which was subsequently stolen from the supermarket, but this is misattributed and deemed just another part of a smear campaign against the three.
Next we have
Yekaterina Samutsevich, the so-called “Artist” and oldest of the trio at 29.
She
graduated at the top of her class at the Rodchenko School of Photography.
During her student years she got acquainted with Tolokonnikova, roughly around
2008, when Samutsevich was seen clutching
onto the back of a Moscow train with
art activist group Voina founders Natalya Sokol and Oleg Vorotnikov in June of that year.
In that
instance the three refused to pay for the train, as apparently tickets are for
the self-centered urban population blind to society's ills hidden in plain
sight (or maybe they were just cheapskates). Strangely enough, students in Russia
get enormous discounts on public transport and occasionally free entry into
museums and the like.
Despite
being relatively quiet during the trial, Samutsevich’s previous actions dictate
otherwise. As part of the Moscow “faction” of Voina – a group that we will come
back to in detail later – in July 2010 Samutsevich allegedly released 3000 live Madagascan giant
cockroaches in the corridors of a Moscow courthouse, although there are
claims that she didn’t succeed and that the police confiscated them at the
court’s entrance.
(My Russian
friend had one of these in his student halls for some reason. If you rub one on
its back, it makes a creepy hissing sound.)
This insect-infestation
move by Samutsevich was because a couple of curators were on trial for
organizing the "Forbidden
Art-2006" exhibition, which came under scrutiny in March 2007 when a
Christian organization filed a lawsuit against them for purportedly defacing
religious symbols and fueling national hatred. Said exhibition featured images
of Mickey Mouse as Jesus...
…and Lenin
on the cross.
Ironically,
the very same courthouse that
Samutsevich tried to infest with cockroaches is the one that recently handed
down a verdict on the three. Samutsevich also took part in "Operation:
Kiss Garbage" («Лобзай мусора» Lob-zai
moo-sore-ah) where female members of the so-called Moscow faction of Voina in February 2011 went running around the Moscow metro kissing
young female police school students seemingly in protest of Medvedev's
impending police reform.
Last and by
no means least is Nadezhda “the Philosopher” Tolokonnikova
Twenty-two
year old Nadya (short for Nadezhda; other examples of such diminutives of
Russian names are Dima for Dmitry, and Vova for Vladimir) is if not the apparent leader of
the three women behind the glass, then certainly the most well known to the
international public. Part of the reason for this is that her slightly hardier makeup-less
sisters-in-arms don’t contrast well in split screens against tough guy Putin on
TVs. Roll out the frail, gentle, allegedly hunger-struck brunette brave enough
to stand up to the establishment fist-in-the-air instead.
This is due
to the fact that her husband Pyotr Verzilov is a Canadian citizen. What some
people might not know is that Nadya
is not even from Moscow.
She’s originally from Norilsk, Northern
Siberia, which is mostly known for being freezing cold nine months of the
year and incredibly polluted due to extensive nickel ore mining (some of you
might have heard of “Norilsk Nickel” in connection with billionaire oligarch Oleg
Deripaska’s business ventures).
About the
most publicized factoid about Tolokonnikova is her
participation in a group sex orgy at a Moscow Museum of Biology in April of
2008 when she was a heavily pregnant 17-year-old.
Pictured to
the right is husband Verzilov desperately trying to stimulate his censored-out
limp self into life. Nadya gave birth about four days later. When Nadya’s
mother saw the video, she threw her daughter out of the house, while other
group members faced disciplinary measures from their respective universities. The crass
incident was orchestrated by the aforementioned group Voina (meaning “war”),
and this is where things start to get particularly intricate.
Voina was formed in the fall of 2005 by Oleg Vorotnikov…
…and
Natalia Sokol.
Its alumni
are made up of students from the Rodchenko School of Photography and Moscow
State University (MGU) among others. The latter is one of Russia’s
answers to the Ivy League, and at the time of Tolokonnikova’s arrest, Nadya was
in her fourth year in MGU’s philosophy faculty.
The group
is known for hit-and-run performance art actions. Some of them are vaguely amusing,
like childishly spray-painting a massive phallus on a St. Petersburg bridge in
2010 (called “Dick Captured by KGB”) that couldn’t be taken down for several
hours because the boats have to get through.
As a result
of such actions, Vorotnikov and Sokol are now in hiding from the police. The
former was actually put on an international arrest warrant back in 2011 for his
“Palace Revolution” where
he helped overturn several police cars in St. Petersburg. In the period of
2008-2009, Tolokonnikova and Verzilov became primary figures in Voina.
Following
the orgy stunt and being kicked out of house and home, Tolokonnikova spent the
summer of 2008 living
in an unheated garage with her husband alongside Vorotnikov and Sokol
From this
point on Nadya’s story becomes intriguing. In the interview with Voina’s Oleg Vorotnikov, Leonid
Nikolayev, Natalia Sokol and Alexei Plutser-Sarno, the “progressive”,
“intelligent”, “innocent” Tolokonnikova and her Canadian husband are accused by
the four of being bumbling idiots, as well as thieves and liars who betrayed the
group on numerous occasions.
These
unflattering remarks don’t just lie in simple “ideological differences” between
the artists. Over the course of their two years in Voina, Nadya and Pyotr
seemingly pursued self-interests at the expense of the rest of the group. According
to Plutser-Sarno, “[Tolokonnikova and Verzilov] didn’t suggest a single idea
for an action. They never did creative work. They were occupied with
self-promotion.”
One
particular instance that draws the group’s ire is a September 2008 action in a Moscow megastore that the
couple was involved in, wherein the fake execution of a gay man and a
migrant worker was staged.
While the
above photos taken by Reuters photographer Tom Peter show Nadya and Pyotr as the brains behind the action, an excerpt from the interview states otherwise:
Alexei Plutser-Sarno: Let’s take a look at how one of the
Voina actions, say, Decembrists Commemoration, was planned. Brainstorming
started with Natalia’s idea to stage something horrifying with a lethal outcome
in the end. Oleg suggested the whole group should hang themselves in public.
Oleg Vorotnikov: Plut (Alexei Plutser-Sarno’s nickname) said
then that the effect would be more dramatic if we’d be hangmen – not “suicide”
victims. Koza (Natalia’s nickname) and I agreed. Plut told us that it would be
great to dedicate this action to Decembrists and suggested a slogan “No one
gives a fuck about Pestel!”
Yana Sarna:
Pyotr Verzilov didn’t participate in this creative work. As usual, he came to
the action to show off in front of the photo cameras. As usual, he drew
supermarket security by his silly behavior and nearly ruined the action.
Oleg Vorotnikov: Nadya Tolokonnikova was told to go up the
ladder, attach a loop around the neck of one of the “victims”.
Well, she
went up the ladder all right, but she completely forgot about the loop. That’s
why one part of the photo shoot failed. Usually we tried not to give her two
tasks at a time, but that time we hoped that she could handle it. Apart from
that, all she could do was march in front of the cameras with a
“revolutionist-like” face.
Yana Sarna:
After the action in various interviews Pyotr and Nadya called themselves the
authors of this action, as well as leaders and ideologists of the group. They
always plagiarize and take the credit for other people’s works. But you know,
an apprentice can’t take credit for his teacher’s masterpieces even though he
helped him to mix colours and handed him brushes.
Natalia Sokol: Four activists were arrested within this
action. Plut and Vor (Oleg Vorotnikov’s nickname) went to liberate them from
the police office in the supermarket. Among them there were two photographers.
Plut secretly managed to take away all the memory cards with photo
documentation.
Alexei Plutser-Sarno: Pyotr and Nadya disappeared from
the place immediately. They didn’t help anyone.
A “split”
in the group came in December 2009 – or, as claimed by Vorotnikov et al, Pyotr and Nadya were
unanimously expelled from Voina. In November of the
same year, Tolokonnikova and Verzilov were meant to go down to Kiev to help Ukrainian
artist-activist Alexander Volodarsky organize an action outside the houses of
Ukrainian parliament. [edit: Volodarsky actually disputes the following accusation in a blog post, and that he's sick of being "a bargaining chip" between the two camps] The plan was to strip naked and simulate public sex by
the walls of government, but…
Oleg Vorotnikov: Pyotr ratted out Volodarsky to the cops and
informed us about it with joy and satisfaction.
He tried to
convince Koza and me that it’d be a good PR move for the Voina Group. He is so
immoral that he didn’t even understand why we were so outraged by his words. He
said to us: “Are you insane! It’s such a good opportunity and an incredible PR
move for us. I’ve already given a dozen of interviews!”
The group was not amused by the couple’s move. To mask the fact that they had
been unceremoniously booted out, Pyotr reportedly spread a rumour that the group had in
fact split into “two” Voinas: the "real" rabble-rousing Voina i.e. Vorotnikov, Sokol, Plutser,
etc. and the Moscow “fraction” of Voina – or, as Plutser refers to them, “Verzilov
and his girlfriends”.
Adding
insult to the injuries of Voina, Pyotr then broke into one of the group’s
secret storages, stealing banners and various materials from the group’s
actions over the years before traveling around Europe
exhibiting the works in various galleries, taking credit for activities he had
no hand in. Because most of the group members were either in prison or in
hiding from the authorities, they couldn’t approach the various gallery owners over the false
representation. Furthermore, according to the group, just a few months following
the expulsion, Pyotr and Nadya pulled off another far more damaging theft:
Oleg Vorotnikov: In May 2010, Pyotr Verzilov and Nadezhda
Tolokonnikova broke into our storage and stole the whole Voina archive:
banners, my personal library, original video footage of the actions, disks with
various info, our music library, equipment, including amplifiers, loud
speakers, DVD-players, projectors etc. They stole my desk top with all the info
on Voina. They denied the fact of burglary, but a bit later their friend Katya
asked us to take some of the stolen stuff from her balcony – things that Pyotr
and Nady left there as useless.
Natalia Sokol: I caught Peter once when he was downloading
all the data, including a Voina photo archive from my laptop. He didn’t return
anything and insisted he didn’t do anything. Later I realized that his theft
was much more extensive than I thought before. For example, he also got all my
usernames and passwords to various websites. He changed passwords to several
Flickr accounts, where I uploaded photos of Voina actions. In happened in
January 2009. Now I don’t have any access to them.
Furthering
the group’s accusation that the two are nothing more than a pair of
plagiarists, Plutser noted that the cockroach incident that Pussy Riot convict Samutsevich
tried to pull off in 2010 had been discussed the previous year at a meeting.
Alexei Plutser-Sarno: Peter stole the idea of the
“Cockroach court” action from Oleg. The idea of using insects, such as
cockroaches or bees, was discussed at the group meeting in 2009, when Peter was
still in the group.
At the
“Cockroach court” action Peter didn’t manage to get the cockroaches inside the
courtroom. But he lied about it to journalists. You won’t be able to find any
pics or video of this co-called action as they don’t exist – cockroaches were
confiscated by the court security at the entrance.
Natalia Sokol: Pyotr tried to compensate this total failure
by his usual clownery, posing and lying to the cameras in front of the court.
Oleg Vorotnikov: There is only one glamorous pic of this action –
a
naked Nadya lying with cockroaches on her breasts. That’s not Voina style.
That’s a disgrace. Pyotr simulates protest and counts on gutter press.
To top it
all off for Vorotnikov & co. the whole time Nadya and Pyotr were claiming to
be leaders of Voina.
Alexei Plutser-Sarno: Our slogan, “Anyone can make
actions!” is still alive. But if Oleg, Natalia and Leonid make new risky
actions, Pyotr and Nadya only use this slogan as a cover to steal our ideas and
make feeble copycat actions.
Alexei Plutser-Sarno: Their actions are a mere clownery
that has nothing to do with heroic art of the Voina Group.
Ultimately,
Vorotnikov is not happy with Tolokonnikova’s husband:
Oleg Vorotnikov: Verzilov is a liar, a thief, a police provoker
and dexterous deceiver.
I’m going
to have to resist regurgitating the rest of the Voina interview – which, if you
didn’t click on the link earlier, you can read here – as
this lengthy post needs to come to a close.
In conclusion it should probably be noted that the people involved in Voina and Pussy Riot mostly come from more or less privileged middle-class backgrounds. The majority of people featured here both in Voina and Pussy Riot all studied at some of Russia's most prestigious institutions. None of them were poor or found wanting until they decided to abandon home comforts and resort to a romantic lifestyle of digging out clothes from the trash, squatting in garages, and shoplifting.
...Or maybe it's not important who or what the members of Pussy Riot are, and maybe this post is ultimately worthless in the grand scheme of things. But it should be important, because unless Tolokonnikova & friends had suddenly changed their ways in the short time since the split from the original Voina, then they didn't jump around in front a church altar for the good of society - they did it for themselves.
So what’s Kitchen Party then? If you’re familiar with CouchSurfing (which you aren’t), it’s the same thing - sans the couch. Rather than sleeping on some stranger’s sofa, you’re dinner-partying at some stranger’s place, meeting other like-minded (and hungry) individuals. The theme of the parties can be anything you’d like.
In fact, it doesn’t even need to be held at some glamorous penthouse apartment. There have been picnics in the park in Buenos Aires, rooftop barbeques in Rome, and even simple potluck dinners in flats across the globe.
The reaction I’ve faced when attempting to explain this whole thing to folk is usually along the lines of “Benjamin, you’re insane. Why would you invite random, completely unknown people into your home?” But that’s a false assumption.
See, the thing is, these peoplearen’trandom. The folk who attend these things are already predisposed to this sort of behaviour – especially among couchsurfers. The way the system is set up isn’t like some public social network where anyone can join within a few clicks and casually turn up without notice. It requires activity on their part (people on the Internet are rather lazy). This slightly left-field branch of society aren’t freaked out by the idea of unfamiliar encounters, because they’ve already gone out of their way in the past to take part in such things offline. Ultimately it’s less about how good the food is and more about gathering together.
Inevitably the next question I’m usually faced with is “Okay, but you’re feeding these people for free – what do you get out of it? Also, you’re still nuts.” Well, the proposal put to guests is that they should bring something, much like any other normal shindig. It could be something simple as BYOB, but you can request that folk tell you a story. The most incredible thing I’ve heard so far at one KP is that a couple of guests put on a short three-act play for everyone in attendance.
I’ve held several so far in Moscow, starting with a potato party (cuz I’m Irish, geddit? Hilarious, I know), wherein I just served a huge pot of mashed potato, and it was a roaring success – although a few bottles of wine did loosen things up somewhat.
Given that it was the winter, I turned my attention to making soup instead. Chicken Vegetable is piss easy to make in huge quantities, as all you’re doing is throwing things into one big pot (recipe available on request). The only issue was coming up with a vegetarian option, which I’m not very good at – but therein lies another facet to how wonderful this idea is. It has encouraged me (and could encourage you too) to cook more. As for my request to the guests, I asked them to “bring something warm”. One guest brought a traditional spicy paste calledаджика (ad-zhi-ka), while another made us all mulled wine.
As towhyI got involved with it, it ties into my tango trip to Buenos Aires. There I met my long-time friend Mike, who helped start up the venture with his Italian friends. “Oh, that’s a pretty cool idea,” I said. And then there was a slight pause and I justknewwhat would happen next.
“Hey Ben, why don’t you kick things off in Moscow? I’m certain that the Russians would love this.”
Mike has an extremely magnetic personality (and if you ever meet him, which is more likely than you think because he’s constantly travelling the world, he can regale you with fascinating stories) and is tremendously difficult to say no to. But I genuinely like the idea.
The whole thing has garnered a lot of press attention lately too, and we have groups and accounts on all the major social network sites. And yes, even Google+.
Unfortunately, I’ve had my soup parties on hiatus for a couple of months already because of various personal issues I’ve had to deal with. Also, I’m kind of stuck for ideas on what to make, because it isroastinghot now. Soup was good for the winter; not so appealing for blazing Moscow heat.
So maybe, dear reader, you might like to take part in this social revolution but still don't feel like inviting people you've never met before in your life round for a meal? Well, you're in luck. Across the rest of the globe, flash mobs are being planned for the end of this month on May 27th, wherein folk will bum-rush their town square to have a picnic.
I have to pass on organizing that myself; Moscow's administration doesn't tend to view unsanctioned gatherings in the city kindly.
- You may notice something sitting in the top right corner of the page that wasn't there previously. It turns out that someone other than myself reads this thing and they liked it so much they have featured me on their site, which is called InterNations. It's a sort of social/business network between expats in different cities across the world and is really rather nifty. So, InterNations folk, if you've got any questions about Moscow life, I am more than happy to answer. Heck, I'll even take requests for topics.
- I mentioned in the previous post that I have been hosting dinner parties - the origins of which goes all the way back to, of all things, my trip to Buenos Aires...
...which we'll cover tomorrow soon!
Also, Game of Thrones trailer - because it's shot in Northern Ireland.
