4.21.2006
Kaliningrad
the day before leaving, all i wanted was
i felt excited.
that's that tiny little piece of russia taken from the big mother russia and put somewhere in europe between poland and lithuania. which means that the trip from the place where i live takes 3 hours by bus (plus another three hours for fuckin retarded stupid customs) and costs only 7 euros (plus 60 euros for useless money-sucker visa).
some of us went there with the clear intent of fucking, some instead seeked plain and simple fun. we all got what we wanted. russian girls are beautiful. incredibly beautiful. they take care of their look, of their clothes, but most of all, as i learned, of their person. when we got to kaliningrad in the first moment we didn't know where to turn our heads, it was something in between the fashion week and miss univers. now that we are back in a more "normal" place we are experiencing schizophrenia and depression.
russian girls are also lovely. they are not empty minded models, but interesting girls, frustrated by boring russian boys that don't know or don't care of touching them. and i mean in a boy/girl relationship, be it a tender caress, a passionate kiss on the neck or a hand running along their body.
russian girls loved us. and by that i mean that they fell in love with us, just after a couple of hours being with them. they saw something in us. something that is everyday life for us, but that they can't find in anybody else in russia. they liked the way we walked, the way we smiled, the way we looked at them, they way we treated them.
as for the city, it's quite ugly. but the baltic sea and the coast, just kilometers from the city, is something so beautiful. the cold wind didn't stop us from going there twice, in two different places, and being amazed both times.
i'm in love with kaliningrad, with the baltic sea, with katjuska. last night i went out in a club here in gdansk, i felt bad. my fiends as well. it will take some time to readjust.
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the day before leaving, all i wanted was
let's go get losti totally got it. just imagin you get down the bus in a city of which you know nothing but the name, you don't know where in the city you arrived, you don't know where you will be able to sleep, you don't understand what people say and, most of all, you can't even read the sings.
i felt excited.
that's that tiny little piece of russia taken from the big mother russia and put somewhere in europe between poland and lithuania. which means that the trip from the place where i live takes 3 hours by bus (plus another three hours for fuckin retarded stupid customs) and costs only 7 euros (plus 60 euros for useless money-sucker visa).
some of us went there with the clear intent of fucking, some instead seeked plain and simple fun. we all got what we wanted. russian girls are beautiful. incredibly beautiful. they take care of their look, of their clothes, but most of all, as i learned, of their person. when we got to kaliningrad in the first moment we didn't know where to turn our heads, it was something in between the fashion week and miss univers. now that we are back in a more "normal" place we are experiencing schizophrenia and depression.
russian girls are also lovely. they are not empty minded models, but interesting girls, frustrated by boring russian boys that don't know or don't care of touching them. and i mean in a boy/girl relationship, be it a tender caress, a passionate kiss on the neck or a hand running along their body.
russian girls loved us. and by that i mean that they fell in love with us, just after a couple of hours being with them. they saw something in us. something that is everyday life for us, but that they can't find in anybody else in russia. they liked the way we walked, the way we smiled, the way we looked at them, they way we treated them.
as for the city, it's quite ugly. but the baltic sea and the coast, just kilometers from the city, is something so beautiful. the cold wind didn't stop us from going there twice, in two different places, and being amazed both times.
i'm in love with kaliningrad, with the baltic sea, with katjuska. last night i went out in a club here in gdansk, i felt bad. my fiends as well. it will take some time to readjust.
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