I'll be uploading a photo every month - one that means something to me personally or somehow represents something about Russia.
I thought I'd begin with this one...
A Brit's view of Russia from working there, marrying a Russian and trips over.
Thursday, 23 October 2014
Wednesday, 22 October 2014
Strange connections
While waiting for the kettle to boil, I noticed the Russian bicarbonate of soda on our shelf and started reading the box, as you do,
and made the connection with
Any guesses?
Russian bicarb |
A match I went to in Khimki, near Moscow |
Monday, 20 October 2014
Animals in the streets
If you saw a cat or a dog in the street in the UK, you'd bet that it had a home to go to, even if it didn't have a collar. Not so in Russia.
No collar, no home |
blog name change
Goodbye Life As We Know It: Russia, Hello Another Shore. Call me fickle, but I'm back to second one, this blog's original name.
Thursday, 16 October 2014
Squirrels, metaphorically speaking
Lily and I are trying to declutter. We'd been acquiring stuff in the way typical of many new-weds, for whom money isn't free-flowing and life plans change with the seasons. 'We'll take it' and 'we'll keep it, just in case' saw us become overwhelmed by possessions... two washing machines, three Christmas trees (yes, seriously), a printer for which we have no cables or adapter. Insane! Now... ebay if it's worth something, recycling if it's beyond repair in the damp cellar and charity for things that we can't be arsed to deal with any other way. All this got me thinking about stuff and the British and Russian attitudes.
A Siberian squirrel. |
Monday, 13 October 2014
The Dacha
Many Russians have a dacha, a country house. If a Brit mentions going to spend the weekend at the country house, you think of the landed gentry and large country estates. In Russia, it could mean many things.
Picking potatoes. |
Is Going to Work in Siberia (or Russia) Right for You?
I went over to Russia for the first time in 2004 to teach English; not just Russia, but to Surgut - a smallish town in the frozen wastes of Siberia. The time was right for me and it was just what I needed. That, however, isn't the case for everyone.
Siberia... snow and apartment blocks... get used to it. |
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