Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Tales from the ярмарка: Chapter One

So...I went to this place called Izmailovsky Park that has a market of touristy things and then a huge market of all sorts of stuff; anything from blue jeans to dog food...(where the Russians go for their discount wares)...so I walk through the touristy part (where people try to talk to you in English, as pretty much the only people that go there are foreigners; so when the vendors would talk to me I would answer them in Russian...)...so then I started walking through the Russian market...so this younger guy grabs me by the arm and is trying to pull me towards his booth and I'm telling him I don't need his stuff...I keep repeating this over and over but he's got me by the arm and keeps talking to me...so finally I pull myself away and another one tries to get my to his booth and I tell him the same thing and finally just have to walk away (while other boothsters are trying to get me to stop at their booth)...so...

1 Comments:

At 1:04 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

damn jacob...ur irresistable...lol

 

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