I always used to keep a diary. Every day for years. At some point the discipline dissolved. It has been in my consciousness for a while though to use the opportunity of blogging to write daily. Learn to swim without the buoyancy aid (aka excuse) of an elusive muse and just do it to quote, not Nike, but my venerated and inspirational boss and teacher Steve Kenis.
Seneca defined luck as ‘when opportunity and preparation meet’. I agree. I don’t believe there is any such thing as chance. So when the opportunity to come to Russia presented itself along with years of preparation (learned the language at school – more of that later), read the great works, studied the history, drank in the plays, was endlessly fascinated with her current affairs, I was on it like a piglet on a truffle.
So, Day 1 which is actually being written on Day 4 of my Russian Odyssey:
We arrived on Friday afternoon and I shivered as I touched the ground for the first time. Anticipation. Excitement. Amazement. Through immigrations quite quickly and I even managed a spaceba though the concentration required to achieve it was so intense that I bished the automatic get-out gate and Two Brains overheard the two immigrations officials having a good laugh at my expense as he took his turn. I certainly couldn’t blame them for that – a bit of free slapstick entertainment should never be begrudged. And our bags were literally there for the grabbing as we walked past carousel number 2. Hold that thought – there was no waiting. Through the green stream and there was Sergey waiting on the other side. Sergey did his PhD at Harvard in Two Brains’ Lab and had taught himself to speak English before he left Russia. His accent would put most native English speakers to shame – he sounds so close to an English Duke with only the merest smidge of rich rolled Russian vowels gilding his voice. He achieved this with hour on hour on hour on hour in front of the mirror forming the words and listening to himself speak. Dedication. Certainly not luck!
Note: The top picture is actually a photo of a post-card I was too overwhelmed to remember where the camera was, let alone how to use it when we walked into Belorusskaya from the airport express. The pictures at the bottom are Mayakovskaya station and the pictures were taken by Two Brains