One of the more fascinating things about Moldova is of course its political history. Its fresh and confused. But rather determined. Its confusion extends to the people's confusion of course...
As a former Soviet state, alot of the population spoke Russian primarily for many years. Today, fewer people speak Russian primarily, hence I speak Romanian -- the national and literary language.
Yet, 2 people have mistaken me (before I opened my mouth of course) for a Russian... fine, I correct them, speak to them in Romanian and move on.
But! When a strange, Russian speaking man calls your phone 5 times in a row speaking only Russian, and you apologize in every language you know (two) and he responds by hanging up and calling back and mixing "fucking" into his Russian more and more... well, that's not fun.
However, my friend Matt and I have decided that one axis gauging our success is based on the strangeness of experiences, and I think I'm leading. If not 10 minutes ago, just wait til I tell him about this little encounter.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Live from Balatina
Hey!
I just bought a flash drive with a SIM card and have a form of wireless jigging in little Alix here... The connection's a bit dodgy and I'm having serious problems downloading Skype, but overall I'm just damned happy to have any internet at all! I've waited this long to get back connected to the world, I can ponder this fresh problem a couple days...
The other problem is this window here is refusing to let me copy my ready-made Open Office documents into the bodies of blogs... Thus, they will not be terribly well thought out... Stream of Conciousness Commence. (this statement makes me think of Virginia Woolf in a 70s anime robot form... foarte straine)
Anyway, my having any connection to y'all (I've decided its a travesty that the English language doesn't have a plural you pronoun, thus the traditionally hickish "y'all" is quite acceptable) is all thanks to my wonderful partner Renata. She's my only real friend here in the tiny village of Balatina--right on the Romania border, ages away from everyone else I know in this continent. She is one of the two English teachers at my school and my Romanian tutor as well. She had to stand as proxy for me to buy my little Orange USB stick of internet since foreigners aren't allowed to buy it themselves.
She kicks ass. I think she is magic.
More on everything as daily-y as possible! It's good to be back!
I just bought a flash drive with a SIM card and have a form of wireless jigging in little Alix here... The connection's a bit dodgy and I'm having serious problems downloading Skype, but overall I'm just damned happy to have any internet at all! I've waited this long to get back connected to the world, I can ponder this fresh problem a couple days...
The other problem is this window here is refusing to let me copy my ready-made Open Office documents into the bodies of blogs... Thus, they will not be terribly well thought out... Stream of Conciousness Commence. (this statement makes me think of Virginia Woolf in a 70s anime robot form... foarte straine)
Anyway, my having any connection to y'all (I've decided its a travesty that the English language doesn't have a plural you pronoun, thus the traditionally hickish "y'all" is quite acceptable) is all thanks to my wonderful partner Renata. She's my only real friend here in the tiny village of Balatina--right on the Romania border, ages away from everyone else I know in this continent. She is one of the two English teachers at my school and my Romanian tutor as well. She had to stand as proxy for me to buy my little Orange USB stick of internet since foreigners aren't allowed to buy it themselves.
She kicks ass. I think she is magic.
More on everything as daily-y as possible! It's good to be back!
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