“What do you call someone who only speaks one language?” “An American!” One of the joys, or perhaps I could say trials, of traveling and living … Continue reading Spreading Joy: My Best Russian Language Blunders
“I do not know where the urge to tell stories comes from. All I know is that it was in me from the time I could … Continue reading Apples are from Kazakhstan – Sometimes
I love encountering new places from the window of a long-distance train. Sometimes, though, it works the other way around. Back in 1995, I took a … Continue reading Singing in the Train
