Wednesday, 9 October 2013

Fear of People Trafficking 9.10.11

Finally got a message back from my cute little beginner, Katya. She was meant to be in Helsinki and wanted lessons via Skype. However she ended up staying in Petrozavodsk due to her “important business.” I think she whimsically decides her plans on a day to day basis and had decided late last night that today was English day. Of course she hadnt’ done any of the work I set as homework but no matter because as long as I write enough stuff in her book for her she’ll feel like she’s getting value for money (I hope). Quality, not quantity in this case I’m afraid.


She called me just before we were meant to meet and I panicked as I tend to when I’m called on the phone and expected to speak Russian. They speak so fast and pretend not to understand you if you get the stress of a word wrong. Fricking annoying and makes phone conversations near-impossible. All I understood from what she said was “5” so I took a seat on a damp bench and decided I would wait for either 5 minutes or until 5 o’clock. It was 13:40 at this point. Luckily it was the 1st option and she popped along in her sassy light blue car and I got in.


This time she drove us in a different direction to the friend’s flat she’d been staying in the first time I taught her. Although it may have been the same direction. Darn those similar looking communist buildings. We got out the car and for a moment I thought it was the same place. But it wasn’t. They just all looking the freaking same and it’s sooo stooopid. You would never be able to find your flat if you bought a new one and didn’t look closely enough.


We entered a new flat, this time pretty much completely unfurnished and my fear of people-trafficking kicked in once again as I held on to my keys, ready to strike should this little blonde start anything. The first lesson could merely have been a ruse, a ruse to traffic me in a very inhumane way. Luckily she didn’t strike and we got onto a lesson of English as normal. It’s still really sweet listening to all her cute little mistakes and just missing out really vital parts of a sentence. E.g. the looking in I am looking out the window.
Just before she drove me back I asked if it was her flat this time and she said no. That was that. In the car she asked if I minded her smoking out the window. I said no, because you know, social acceptance and such. But I did start to wonder what she may have been smoking because she would just completely slow down to a stop in the middle of the road and then speed up again, just to slow down again. I soon realised she was avoiding the many potholes and puddles as it’s been a rainy day today. I really think the money I earn from this should go to buying some drains for the city of Petrozavodsk because I would happily say there are zero. Some puddles you look at and think I definitely could just fall in and never find my way out again.



Tonight is Latino-ish night at Art Cafe. I’m holding out for drunk Russians in sombreros! Don't disappoint me Art Cafe, which co-incidentally turns into a raging nightclub come 1am. 

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