Thursday, March 14, 2013

Ой, Мороз, Мороз! Oh, Frost, Frost!

Once again, I know it's been a long time since my last post, but there are lots of good reasons for that, I  promise. A variety of unpleasant things that I won't talk about here happened, but luckily I was able to be home with family and friends for about a month for Christmas and New Year's. For a variety of reasons, I considered not coming back to Russia for the second semester of the program. Nonetheless, I was able to rest, get a fresh perspective, and here I am back in St. Pete and I think I did make the right decision in returning, even if some days are a struggle, especially as the grey, frigid winter weather drags on here. If Mother Russia doesn't kill you, she makes you stronger, am I right? I joke, I joke... sort of. Jon Stewart can tell you all about it. And don't worry, I'm nowhere near the city the meteor hit.


All that aside, sometimes it seems like I've barely had any time to think, the second semester has been such a whirlwind of busyness - we have had excursions almost every weekend, so between that, my homework and my internship, I've had trouble keeping up. This will probably be a long post, so I'll get to it!

 Veliky Novgorod - Великий Новгород 

 During the first weekend of the semester, the program arranged a trip to Veliky Novgorod, one of the most important cities in Russia's early history, a powerful city state in the 12th century with a democratic system of selecting princes to lead the city. As it turns out, it was significantly colder in Novgorod than in St. Petersburg. We spent nearly all Saturday traipsing around the city center, the Yurev Monastery and the Vitoslavlitsky open-air museum in 5 degree F weather. Since we were forewarned and well-prepared for the cold, it didn't actually bother me that much. In fact, it meant that we had the city center to ourselves in the morning, since everyone else was hiding inside from the cold. The frigid weather also caused the air over the river to fog up on an otherwise totally clear winter day, making for a magnificent view from the city center of the fortress looming through the fog. According to my parents, my pictures from Novgorod are very 'Dr. Zhivago-esque.'

The fortress in Novgorod is impressive with St Sophia's bells and cupolas peeking out just above the walls. There are also a few art museums with in the fortress walls and an enormous bell-shaped statue, the Millennium of Russia Monument, depicting at least a hundred key figures in Imperial Russia's history, including statesmen, military heroes, scientists and authors.




A book I've been reading for a while, Molotov's Magic Lantern, has a great chapter devoted to Novgorod, although I don't recommend the book unless you feel like wading through anecdotes about many obscure figures in Russian and Soviet history.  I'll share the bits that I enjoyed:
Dmitri Likhachev revived the dream of medieval Novgorod as an emblem of civic justice in the twentieth century. In simple prose he explained the 'world significance' of this 'lecture-hall city'... He even sensed the human contact of the past in the constant wind that blows off Lake Ilmen, piercing as a sea wind; he called it the 'wind of Russian history', as though the wind carried the sharp thrill of memories of  fourteenth-century Novgorod's links with the Black Sea and the Caspian to the south, and the White Sea and the Baltic to the north and west, trade links that extended from Scandinavia to Byzantium, further than those of Genoa or Venice...
Throughout that January day Novgorod seemed to stage a series of riddling tableaux about the cross-currents of preservation and loss that run though its own history, winding through human dramas, both public and hidden. As we walked down the straight boulevards towards the town centre in the flinty light and the grit and diesel smell of urban cold, the sun rose behind the five silver and gold domes of St Sophia.
In the nine centuries that have passed since St. Sophia  was founded, no building was raised higher than this central palladium. St. Sophia, Likhachev said, was a meaningful reference point for the identity of the citizen of Novgorod; standing inside it, he would feel himself at the political centre of the powerful city-state. The citizens called it 'Lord Great Novgorod', emphasising that the town, rather than any person in it, was head of the state. (This was a piquant historical observation in a state which named its cities after Lenin, Stalin and Molotov.)

The city center in Veliky Novgorod - Yaroslav Court
Overlooking the river from the city center
Sledding near the fortress, or kremlin
The morning sun low over the Volkhov River

St. Sophia cathedral

The Millenium of Russian history


TheYurev Monastery and the Vitoslavlitsky museum were also picturesque, located on the banks of Ilem Lake. This sort of pristine beauty is what I've come to associate with the Russian countryside, probably because this is the way Russians describe their land. Granted, the cities may be loud and dirty, but the country is so vast, that you can always escape to some iced-over lake. Despite the beauty here, after having heard all about it at the museum, I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't want to live the life of a Russian peasant.

The Yurev monastery

The Yurev monastery

The  Vitoslavlitsky museum

 The Vitoslavlitsky museum 

The  Vitoslavlitsky museum

Meanwhile, back in St. Petersburg 

I've barely mentioned her here in the past, but my host mom is amazing. Her name is Nataliya and she is an ex-master gymnast who now is a trainer and physical fitness instructor at one of the universities in St. Petersburg. Not only is she energetic, generous and patient, with a great outlook on life, but she can do full splits quicker than you can say "Nichevo sebya!" ("No way!"). Her friends have been over a lot lately and spending time with them is a riot. Over champagne, they teach me dirty jokes and idioms, tell me St. Pete's urban myths, and, best of all, Russian folksongs. Most of these songs are very melancholy, about death or unrequited love (or both) and should be accompanied by accordion for full authenticity. Nataliya's friend Oxana has a beautiful voice and has tried to teach me many songs, but these are some of my favorites: 


"Ой, Мороз, Мороз!" or "Oh, Frost, Frost!" is a song from the perspective of a man trying to get home to his wife during the winter, begging the frost not to freeze him or his horse, because his wife is awaiting him at home, jealous and worried.


"Виновата ли я" or "Am I Guilty?" is about regretting (or not regretting, depending on how you read into it) love. The text is:
Виновата ли я, виновата ли я,
Виновата ли я, что люблю?
Виновата ли я, что мой голос дрожал,
Когда пела я песню ему?

Виновата одна, виновата во всем.
Еще хочешь себя оправдать.
Так зачем же, зачем в эту темную ночь
Позволяла себя целовать?

Целовал-миловал, целовал-миловал,
Говорил, что я буду его.
А я верила все и, как роза цвела,
Потому что любила его.

Ой ты, мама моя, ой ты, мама моя!
Отпусти ты меня погулять.
Ночью звёзды горят, ночью ласки дарят,
Ночью все о любви говорят.
Am I guilty, am I guilty,
Am I guilty, that I love?
Am I guilty, that my voice trembled,
When I sang my song to him?

Guilty alone, guilty for all.
Yet I still want to justify myself.
So what for, why on that dark night
Did I allow myself to kiss?

He kissed, caressed, kissed, caressed,
He said, that I would be his.
And I believed everything, like a rose bloomed,
Because I loved him.

Oh, my mother, oh, my mother!
Let me go out to walk.
At night the stars glitter, at night caresses are given,
At night all talk of love.

This is a performance by a Japanese group, not a Russian group, but it was the best version I could find. Contemporary Russian folk groups have an unpleasant habit of backing their performances with pop or techno beats, that, in my opinion, completely destroys the feel of the songs, trying to make sad stories into upbeat dance tunes, which are totally at odds with each other. I felt that this version maintained the spirit of the song much better. 

СКА vs. Трактор - The Piter Hockey Experience

A few weeks ago the program managed to get us hockey tickets to see the St. Pete team SKA play verses the Chelyabinsk (where the meteor fell) team Traktor. St. Pete won like 5-1 and in general it was just a blast, especially learning the cheers, chants and songs. In essence, it wasn't any different from seeing a hockey game in the states, even a lot of the songs were the same. But don't worry, fellow Buffalonians - I am not changing allegiances. Go Sabres! 
The hockey teams have cheerleaders here

The super-fans' section - they lead start cheers and play drums

Swan Lake at the Mikhailovsky Theater: I prefer my Russians in tights

This goes waaayy back to last semester, but considering how much of a quintessential Russian experience it is, I figured that I had better mention it. On Thanksgiving some friends and I went and saw Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake at the Mikhailovsky Theater. This was the first time I have ever seen a ballet and I'm thrilled that had the chance to do so in Russia, what with ballet being something Russians are both proud of and famous for. 
The poster for our showing, complete with 'sold out' caution tape

Being students, we got the cheap seats in the theater in the front row of the highest level. This turned out to be a great spot, because you can see the dancers' formations as a group, which was fascinating for me. Although it might have been nice to see the soloists and intricate costumes up close, the geometric sequences made in the large group dances were mesmerizing to see from above.

The Mikhailovsky Theater from our nosebleed seats

The literary countryside: Museums dedicated to Pushkin and Nabokov

A few weeks ago, we had an excursion out of the city to the family estate of Vladimir Nabokov (Lolita ring a bell?) and another museum devoted to one of Pushkin's stories. To be honest, I have only read a few of Nabokov's short stories, although his novels are on my to-read list - I have heard that Pnin is wonderful. The museum itself wasn't so fabulous, considering how very little we heard about Nabokov and how few of the artifacts in the museum actually remained from the Nabokovs' estate, since much of it was repurposed during Soviet times. Additionally, there had been a fire several years ago, from which the museum is slowly recovering.

The highlight of the trip was traipsing through the snow across the estate to a cave and a spring, where the water supposedly possesses some sort of healing properties. I say 'supposedly', because I have heard this of about a vast number of springs in Russia, but I doubt that you can safely drink the water straight from these springs, given the pollution levels here. Nonetheless, many people take bottles to these springs and fill them up, especially if the spring is considered holy. Questionable fresh water sources aside, it was lovely to get out of St. Pete for a while and enjoy the fresh air and clean white snow in the countryside.
The Nabokov estate: Nabokov's grandfather's house

The Orthodox church across from the estate, where Nabokov's relatives are buried 

Looking out back from the church cemetery toward the Nabokov estate 

Our freshwater springs

The typical Russian town


More Museums 

I was also lucky enough to find time to go inside two of St. Petersburg's more stunning museums, the Erarta Modern Art museum and Spas Na Krovi (Savior on the Spilled blood).

The Erarta museum is very close to my house, so I walk by it practically every day and I had wanted to go inside for a long time. It was definitely worth the pricey admission! I appreciated the amount of specifically Russian work in the Erarta museum, especially the pieces that explored the way Russian society and tradition relates to and is intertwined with the Soviet Union. As you might expect, many of these pieces were critical of Soviet powers, exploring oppression, poverty and waste in Russian society, but there were a number of positive and humorous pieces too. For example, there were a number of pieces using traditional Russian styles and patterns, but depicting Soviet life, construction workers building the subway. There were also pin-ups that played on clichés from Soviet propaganda that had me in stitches.



Spas Na Krovi was less interesting, since it isn't really a museum per say, but rather a restored cathedral, although I'm relatively certain that no religious services take place there. The detail on the mosaic icons covering every inch of the interior is incredible.





The strange things I have eaten lately

One of my favorite parts of traveling is trying new foods! Luckily, I've been doing that a lot lately! Check it out!

A traditional Georgian dish that is sort of like sweet burrito filling, but I forgot what it's called. It's basically a bean paste with nuts, onions, and pomegranite seeds. As strange as it looks, it's pretty delicious. Georgian cuisine is very popular in Russia and I completely understand why.

Elk sausage in a salad that I tried at a friend's birthday party in a restaurant. The sausage was very good and a bit like venison, as you might expect. I also tried a friend's bear pirogies, but I was a bit disappointed, because the bear didn't taste much different from ground beef. 

My host family's Old New Year's (New Year's according to the Russian Orthodox calendar) celebration included a whole stuffed roast piglet! And lots of traditional Russian salads (with the corresponding lake of mayonnaise).



Zlatoust: More cultural experience than work experience

Since one of the Flagship program goals is to completely prepare students linguistically and culturally for working in Russia professionally, the spring semester includes an internship at a Russian company. I am working at the Zlatoust Publishing House and Language School, which is one of the most respected publishers of Russian as a foreign language textbooks in the world. I'm working in the Language School department, mostly responsible for updating and formatting their website and, especially, editing and translating content for their English webpages. I am also leading English discussion hours to help my coworkers practice their English, both for their own interest and because they frequently work with foreigners whose Russian isn't quite good enough yet to discuss textbook orders, payment, etc. This may sound a bit strange, but the best part of my internship is a chance to talk to people who aren't Russian language teachers. We are so busy on the program that I barely have time to hang out with my few Russian friends. Interacting with people who aren't paid to talk to me is a lovely change of pace (not that I don't love my teachers - they are great and we have great conversations, but still).

Leading the English language table has been a bit of a challenge for me, but at the same time I'm learning a lot about both Russian culture and the challenges of teaching a foreign language (I already know plenty about the challenges of learning it). Initially, I felt like I was thrown into the position completely unprepared. I have tutored before, but almost only one-on-one and only for math, so I've never had to plan my own lessons like this. It was rocky at first, but things are going better now.

The first challenge is that all the employees I work with are a bit older than me, which makes me uncomfortable to push them to talk and ask questions. I learned quickly that if I don't do that, then the conversation doesn't get rolling and people don't bring up things they didn't understand.

The other big challenge is coming up with conversation topics. In my personal opinion, the most interesting type of foreign language lesson, especially if you're only meeting once a week, is to view and discuss some sort of culturally relevant material. Since I'm not very engaged in American pop culture to begin with, just coming up with something to watch can be hard for me. So far, the best strategy seems to be to present some questions before doing anything, to get things rolling and to provide motivation for watching whatever clip I've picked out. Our most successful sessions so far have been discussing the first episode of Downton Abbey and Oprah's interview with the Obamas. Maybe it's just our group's, but clips on politics have lead to a lot of good discussion. We even talked at length about the electoral college system (and how ridiculous it is). I really like these discussions, because they also teach me about the political systems and popular opinion in Russia and Belarus (one of my coworkers is from Minsk).

However, Seinfeld totally fell flat, because it can be hard to understand linguistically and the cultural context for the jokes is missing. At first, I thought comedy programs would be a good direction for the lessons, because it keeps things casual and fun. It turns out that comedy relies on too much cultural context to really be interesting to people who have never been immersed in the culture. In retrospect this makes sense.

Missing cultural context seems to be unavoidable though. For example, I had considered showing Oprah's exclusive interview with Lance Armstrong, thinking he was a controversial enough figure to provide a lot of fodder for discussion. WRONG. No one knew who he was. I was shocked, although I really shouldn't have been too surprised by this. After all, how many Americans know Russian icons like Yuri Gagarin


Well, I'll sign off now! I'm hoping to a few more posts in before the end of the semester. We have a few more trips planned and several important Russian holidays just past, so I would love to write a bit about those soon!

Friday, November 23, 2012

The horrible fates of Russian poets and princesses



Happy Thanksgiving!!

Sorry that it has been such a horribly long time since I have written here. Things have been busy (in a good way, for the most part)! Of course, class has been nuts, we have tons and tons of homework every week. The worst is when I think I've gotten everything done over the weekend and think I'll have a few days break to relax, but then we always get our tremendous grammar work packet on Mondays, so my hopes are always in vain. 

One of the reasons that I haven't written for a while is that I didn't have much to say, considering that we went to the Russian Museum like three times and, as beautiful as some of the art is, it's not really beauty that can be imparted over the internet. We saw exhibits on Russian Orthodox iconography and works of unknown artists throughout Russian history. Beyond that, given that much of the art is portraits of the Romanovs, the Russian Imperial family, a good portion of our tours were history lessons and in an effort to keep this blog post interesting, I won't share that here. If you want to know all about the Russian royal family, especially the tragic lives of all its women (our guide's favorite phrase: This [female relation to some Czar] also had an unhappy fate), let me know and I'll tell you all about it. Like many of the museums in St. Petersburg, the Russian museum is housed in several former palaces, one of which, the Mikhailovksy Palace, is rumored to be haunted, since the czar Pavel I was murdered there. The Mikhailovsky Palace was also converted into a school for military officers during the Soviet Union. Although a lot of the palace was changed to make room for classrooms, gyms, libraries, and dorms, some of the murals, especially the painted ceilings, were left intact. The photos from that time have so much cognitive dissonance - stark military trappings in this luxurious palace. The Russian Museum certainly has their hands full with the restoration. Most of the palace was still closed off, but we got to peek into one of the closed off areas and it was not pretty! 
Inside the Mikhailovsky Palace. All the women on these portraits married horrible men who beat them, as far as I understood, except for Catherine the Great, who ruled Russia like a boss.

The ceiling murals that stayed in place while the palace was a military school.

So besides learning about the tragic fates of the Russian dynasty, this month I also went to an excellent concert put on by the group Серебряная Свадьба, Serebryanaya Svadba, which literally translates to Silver Wedding (could also mean Silver Anniversary, I suppose). They're a cabaret group, whose songs have plots and tell stories, which they acted out with props like puppets and costumes. Besides being incredibly fun to watch act out, their music is lovely, a combination of rock, jazz, Russian folk, and even klezmer. One of my favorite songs of the show was about the death of Alexander Pushkin, the great Russian poet. There's a Russian saying, "Pushkin is our everything" and if you want to ask someone who their favorite author is, then you have to specify "besides Pushkin," otherwise you will learn nothing. But the premise of the song is that Pushkin's relatives are trying to convince him not to go to Chornaya rechka, 'Black River', the name of the place in St. Petersburg where he died in a duel. On an unrelated note, what is it with Russian and German literature and duels?! It's like you can't participate in either literary tradition without having been injured or dying in a duel or making a duel a central plot point in some novel. Anyways, the group invited almost half the audience up on stage to act as Pushkin's relatives, begging him not to go to his death, "Black river, black pistol, please, Sasha, don't go, don't go to the Black river" (Sasha is the Russian nickname for Alexander). There's a metro stop named Chronaya rechka, so now whenever I'm riding the subway, I get the song stuck in my head :) 

Serebryanaya svadba with...

...costumes and accordions...
...and puppets, too!


Pushkin's 'relatives' trying to convince him not to go to his duel and his death. 

As part of the program, we also had an excursion to the Peter and Paul fortress, which was built in 1703 basically as the beginnings of the modern city. Key facts:
  • The fortress was never used in active military defense.
  • The fortress was a prison where many political revolutionaries, including the authors Dostoyevsky and Gorky, and many Octobrists, were imprisoned. 
  • The members of the Russian Imperial family are buried in a cathedral on the grounds. Peter the First, who commanded the construction of St. Petersburg and led massive reforms to Europeanize Russia, gets special attention.
  • It is built in a very strange shape. 
  • It is sort of a creepy place. 
The layout of the Peter and Paul fortress
The placards above the entranceway to the Peter and Paul fortress are actually wood carvings.
There is also a museum dedicated to St. Petersburg on the grounds of the fortress which visited as well. That was a blast. I loved all the old artifacts - dresses, movie posters, old school coffee makers - and we learned that the most expensive office space in St. Petersburg is the office in the cupola of the central bookstore, Dom Knigi, which was originally built to be the headquarters of Singer sewing machines. The more you know...
The Dom Knigi bookstore on Nevsky Prospect. Disclaimer: I didn't take this picture, I found it on Google (but I really like it!)
Finally, in honor of Thanksgiving, I figured that I would share my favorite Russian food with you! Priyaniki!! These are essentially gingerbread cookies, but even better. First of all, they are fluffier than gingerbread cookies, almost like bread or muffins in some cases. Second, they come in lots of different flavors - chocolate, honey, mint - so you never get bored of them. Priyanij is actually the Russian word meaning 'spicy' or 'spiced.' but not 'hot' spicy. I think of this word as describing the flavor of Christmas perfectly. It means everything full of ginger, cinnamon, nutmeg. Yummy!
I didn't take this picture either, it came from some Russian cooking website.  Usually priyaniki don't have quite so much frosting. 

Well, this ended up being quite a long post! I hope that makes up for not writing anything for so long. If you have any questions, feel free to email me! I love hearing from everybody and knowing that people are actually reading this would give me much more motivation to write more often! Also, in case you didn't know, I will be heading home to Buffalo for three weeks around Christmas. While I'm sad that I won't be spending New Years in Russia, I'm looking forward to going home and if you'll be in Western New York around that time, please get in touch so that we can catch up! I'll leave you with some of my favorite pictures from around the city.
The Aleksandrinskij Theater
Statue of Pushkin (you know, the guy who died in the duel) in front of the main building of the Russian Museum

Inside the cathedral at the St. Peter and Paul fortress

Spas na krovi

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Pskov! (God bless you!)

Wow! I can't believe that I've been in St. Petersburg for a month already. We're already starting to get a taste of the (in)famous chilly St. Petersburg weather and strong wind. Most of my time is taken up with class and homework, but I've settled in nicely and am trying to find the time to get out and meet people. Besides our daily Russian language classes, I'm taking a course on language change and dialects of Russian at St. Petersburg State University. Every Wednesday before class, I meet with two Russian students whom I met the first day of the class, Olya and Sonya. We chat for half the time in English and the other half in Russian, so we both have a chance to practice. Mostly we've talked about humor and politics, so it's a great way to relax, joke around, and ask questions that don't usually come up in class. Being with my host family is like that too. They always explain jokes and figures of speech to me, which is a great way to learn. Besides that, I'm looking into finding clubs to join in St. Petersburg. I checked out an ultimate frisbee club and the rock climbing classes at the university, so hopefully one of those can fit into my schedule. A few other Flagship students and I have decided to make a tradition of going to the Hermitage, the largest museum in St. Pete, on the first Thursday of every month, when it is free for everyone. While the weather is still nice enough to do so, I've been running in the parks near our house too, which is a sure-fire way to get chased by dogs that are never leashed (and get a lot of weird looks, even though my host family assures me that it is totally normal to go jogging in the park)! In short, I'm keeping busy!

A few weeks ago we went on a group 'excursion' to Pskov, a small city near to border with Estonia. Despite the fact that I can't say the name 'Pskov' with a straight face (it sounds like a sneeze), the city is completely enchanting. It is stuffed to the brim with churches and there is a 'kremlin', a fortress, with a recently renovated cathedral in the center of the city. We had an excellent guide who showed us around both the city and the nearby Pechory Monastery. I don't remember exactly how many churches were in the city, I think about 35 something, most of which were built in the 16th and 17th centuries. Incredibly, the churches in Pskov and the monastery all survived communism relatively well, although some did fall into disrepair and the central cathedral was re purposed as a museum of science (with an atheist bent) under the Soviet Union. The cathedral is a church again and we managed to crash a wedding there on our visit. Whoops!
The view from our hotel room window of the cathedral.
Taken from the bridge crossing the river, the cathedral peeking out from the kremlin.
Oh hi everybody, nice wedding, nice church - I'm just gonna take some pictures, don't mind me...
The path in the fortress leading up to the cathedral.
View of the locks on the bridge across from the kremlin. It's a Russian tradition for a couple to put a lock on a bridge, then throw away the key when they get married.

The city is struggling to keep the churches in good condition, mostly because the population is simply to small to support that such a large number of churches, so the congregations are very small. On the other hand, the churches and the monastery do draw a lot of tourism, including pilgrims, to the region. 

Where is Pskov? Do not be deceived by how close together St. Pete and Pskov appear to be - that's actually a 4 hour bus ride!
As far as the monastery goes, I am positive whatever the guide said was totally fascinating, because she was excellent, but I was feeling really sick and didn't retain any information from the trip. The place was very pretty though - a walled fortress built into a ravine, with, I believe, 11 churches, some dating back to the 15th and 16th centuries, built into the caves of the ravine. Not only were the buildings gorgeous, but the gardens and grounds were obviously carefully tended, since the monastery is supposed to look as close to heaven as possible. 
The view of the monastery from outside its walls. 
A number of churches on the monastery grounds, built sharing walls. 
The spires of the church that were visible from outside the monastery.

To wrap up this post, I've got a great story about riding the streetcar from my apartment en-route to our group trip to the Russian museum. Of course, I've mentioned babushkas in some past posts from Ufa, but this is another babushka story. All the seats were full, so I was standing on the streetcar, minding my own business, and this older lady carrying a bunch of bags gets on. She heads straight to where I was standing next to an older couple and asks us in typical babushka fashion if we could let her set her bags down and lean against the window, "Dear, sweet, nice people, would you let me stand here...."So of course we let her by. She stands right next to me and just starts talking. At first I had no idea what to do - such a deer in headlights - I didn't know if she had asked me a question or what. So I just nodded and didn't say anything, figuring she would just go sit down when people got off at the next stop. No such luck. She talked to me for the full 40 minutes we were on the streetcar together. Between the noise of traffic and how quickly she was speaking, I didn't catch most of what she said. I think I said two words the whole trip, just replying when she asked me where I studied. Luckily, we had just passed the university, so I just said "Right here." I think she was talking about her son, but I couldn't figure it out, because the name kept changing, first Ivan, then Aleksiy. The whole exchange was hilarious and totally surreal, especially considering that people don't usually talk on the public transportation in Russia and certainly not with strangers- I've ridden on subway cars in total silence for more than 20 minutes here! I don't know what I would have done if she had actually started asking me questions... This is why I love travelling - you think you're finally getting used to the culture, figuring out how to navigate the public transportation, not smile in public, give exact change to cashiers in stores, etc., then something entirely unexpected happens, just to make sure your week isn't boring!