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Log
“You know, when you introduced yourself as a disaster zone, I didn’t quite realise!” said my current room-mate. “I know,” I replied: “I’m a human train wreck”. This conversation followed my stepping on a bee: unfortunately, I’m somewhat allergic, and my leg (or more accurately, my foot) has been transformed into a log. My shoe…
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Hammock Time
I’ve just come from drinking the latest ‘medicine’ advised by a stranger. I told the manager of the hostel I’m at that I think I’m getting a cold, and the next thing you know, he walks into the kitchen, cuts up two cloves of garlic, and serves them to me in a glass with half…
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Больна
Well, I’m in a fever-governed land of psychedelic goats right now, so it seems the appropriate time to write a blog post about medicine in Russia. A few months ago, I was sick, completely lost my voice, and went to work to teach anyway. In the middle of last year I broke my arm on…
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Land of… opportunity?
When I was little and got sick, my nan would make me stay in bed until I’d managed to finish two litres of flat lemonade. Ever since, whenever I’ve been sick as an adult, I’ve done the same thing—something an ex of mine sneeringly described as my ‘medicine’. Of course, now that I’m in Russia…
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Russian Rebirth
I swear I am now out-Russianing (and certainly out-rushing) the standard Russian. Or should that be ‘Russian Standard’, which is incidentally not only a vodka but a bank? Every time I see the logo on the bank I think cynical things about how the Russian economy got into its current state. Anyway, this weekend I…