This may not shock you as much as it shocked me, but fucking EVERYTHING is in russian. like everything. They eat, sleep, and take cyrillic shits. I was not prepared. You seriously cannot be prepared for this after only a few months of interaction with slavic letters.
Example: i know how to say "My half brother wants to eat the sourcream covered fried potatos, thank you." (in fact, i think i might have said just that while trying to ask directions to the metro) but i can't for the life of me order a sangwich at subway (the arrows on the S and Y don't work out as well po-russkii)
It was terrifying. You try to distinguish between and pronounce your choice of three seeming identical breads while a russian is breathing down your neck to get to the chocolate cookies. it's totally intense.
in other news the white nights here are also crazy. it's as light at 11:30 pm as it is at 10am. i know this of course because i woke up after a nap at 6 one night at what i thought was 8:30 am, rushed to get a shower and get the hell out the door to class before 9:30. i got there without a minute to spare, but the door was locked. i called another girl in my class and the convo went sorta like this.
scratch that, exactly like this...
me: dude, do we have class today??
alyssa: you mean tomorrow?
me: uh, no, i mean RIGHT NOW
alyssa: ...it's 9:30 pm...
the soup for breakfast makes so much more sense now
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