DAY FOUR
I didn’t sleep well last night. My dream kept me on my toes. I dreamt that I was set on fire while in Russia. Strangely, I felt no pain just fear. I was taken to the hospital where they bandaged me up. I tried several times to call mom and jimmy but ever got through. I was frightened, more frightened than I can ever remember feeling. I don’t like it. Needless to say, I was a Grinch for most of the day. I just wanted sleep!
Today did turn out pretty well though. After lunch we road out to the orphanage. It was a good time for my mood. I was able to retreat into music and pictures for a solid hour. Oh, I almost forgot. So Doc and Kahout left us alone, in a van, in a back alley, without an adult or a Russian who spoke English. Brilliant. Any whozers. The orphanage. It was nice. They had a theatre/ stage complete with a grand curtain, cyclorama, teasers, and legs. It was beautiful. The time started off a little awkward but once we started the craft, everything smoothed out nicely. The ride home was uneventful. Dinner was good as usual. It was the Russian version of meatloaf with rice. I’m so exhausted. I miss everyone so much. I cannot wait to be with those I love but I do not want my time in this beautiful country to end.
Kaluga is a very artistic city. I believe it is because of its age and the chaos it has seen.
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