I now live on the fifth floor of an apartment in the middle of ‘Little Russia.’ I don’t think it’s officially named that, I only call it Little Russia because a lot of Russians populate this particular area of UB. Russians and missionaries.
I have a pretty good view from this apartment. I just look up and there are mountains less than three miles away. Coming from an area of the US where cornfields are the thing, I never get tired of this scenery.
The thing I hate looking at though, is the drunk, homeless man passed out on the filthy ground behind the garages.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment