| 8:14a |
moscow notes
Sort of what we live for. Who gives a fuck if they're stupid - a meaningless word to begin with - what's important is that they are beyond gorgeous. One of those cases you realize you can just die unafraid of not having experienced something. Makes me wonder if I deserve it. This thing alone would justify ten trips to Moscow risking encounters with wild bears in the streets.
By the way, I don't love this city anymore, which is sad. Moscow is mean, hopeless and smells of urine.
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A wonderful discussion about monetizing welfare for the russian babushkas with a friend, whom I had considered quite intelligent. This completely insane shit wouldn't occur to anyone in any country other than, perhaps, Pinochet, which only fortifies the thesis about cursory similarities between Russia and South America. The dumbest and the most libertarian fuckheads imaginable seem to be running this country. Unless they're removed from power any time soon the end won't be as sweet as what happened in Chile. I wish Russia had some sort of an elite or a benevolent Royal family running the shit.
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We have seen a cheerful party at "Starlight" - two forty-something american executives accompanied by two local sluts dressed in designer shit. The hoes were phenomenal - one of them spoke fluent and efficient English, doing just fine with about fifty words she pronounced at an amazing speed. The american assholes were very drunk, one of them with some sort of an accent - I would say eastern euopean or perhaps even Russian, which would make the situation even more bizzarre, given that the ladies were exchanging brisk hateful remarks about their companions in Russian. Regardless, the more shitfaced of the two american assholes figured the bitches out
- You hate America, you bitch
- No, America is good
- You all hate America, you fucking bitches. But you're one cunning little bitch - I mean it in a good sense - I like you
- You can say "bitch" in a good sense?
- Sometimes you can
I too think the bitches hate America. His senses didn't fail him. This hate is subconscious and as common as love for everything american from Koka-Kola and English language to blues and Marlborough cigarettes. Europe is loved only part time and only as an affront to the infatuation with America - something they can't seem to have enough of and what they hate is, in fact, the uncontrollable character of this love. |
| 7:47p |
посольство
Впервые в жизни был в Американском посольстве в Москве. Интересное место. Долго не мог понять кого мне напоминают русские охранники внутри. Потом сообразил - полицаев из старых совковых фильмов о партизанах. Сытые в полувоенной хозяйской форме (но не настоящей - настоящая для господ) - шевроны с американскими орлами и кепки. Лица - тоже, как у полицаев. Снаружи стоит такой добродушный дурашливый мент, а внутри - эти. Особенная порода людей. Каким-то специальным нюхом они распознают тех, кому нельзя хамить (меня например) .. с остальными держатся надменно .. пока мимо не пройдет Herr офицер или как там это правильно пишется.
Кудрявый американский клерк поразительно приветлив и добр. До меня он вежливо выслушивал голимое вранье какой-то наглой бабы о том, как нее украли документы, и делал вид, что верит.
А так - ничего особенного |