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Or maybe I wouldn’t call it a “note”, since it is just a few tiny bits of conversations that I’ve picked up from people around me. The longer I live in Russia, the more Russian people surprise me. I thought it would be the other way around. I thought that I would grow to understand Russia and Russians more and more the longer I lived here. That this country would seem comprehensible and sensible to me after a couple of years. But no. It is still surprising. And I was rather surprised when I arrived here. Not to say shocked. I was almost shocked, as a matter of fact, but I thought it would pass with time. I was wrong – the astonishment I feel toward this country and its people has continued and will, most likely, never come to an end.

I was sitting in a little café in the cellar of Ural State University’s main building on Lenin Prospect in Yekaterinburg with a piece of cake and a hot glass of Nescafe black coffee without sugar in front of me. Next to me sat two young girls of hard to determine age, probably one or two years younger than me. They were both wearing the standard outfit for today’s Russian female student studying at a prestigious institution of higher education – high heeled leather boots, short skirt, tight top, medium length fur light-colored coat with sparkling details and jewelry dangling from every possible body part. One girl says to the other: “So I found out that the car isn’t really his, but belongs to his boss and that he is only the driver of it. Can you imagine? How could he do that to me?” The other girl, obviously feeling for her friend, asks: “What are you going to do now? Dump him?” The first girl nods: “There’s nothing else I can do.” Her friend agrees and adds: “But make sure to ask for the number of the guy he works for. That car is nice, and who knows? His boss might be single…” I looked up from my coffee to stare at them. They didn’t notice me but I didn’t give up, I continued to look and listen, but was disappointed in the end. After this the conversation moved onto some new collection in some clothing store and they lost me.

I was waiting for my friend Julia at the shopping center “Greenwich”, in downtown Yekaterinburg. It was one of those Saturday evenings when everybody seems not to be able to sit at home but has to go out. One of those evenings when nobody cares about what they’re doing or who they’re with as long as they’re doing something with somebody. A young man was walking by me with his girlfriend. She was wearing a fake fur coat in a strange purple shade – these coats are growing ever more popular among the young – and he himself had on a leather jacket and rough leather boots. He asks her: “What do you want for New Year’s [Russians do not give presents on Christmas, but give them on the Soviet-made holiday of New Year]?” She laughs, looking at him and batting her long mascara enhanced eyelashes: “Nothing really, just give me a big box of money and you’ll have my love forever!” What the young man answered his woman I didn’t hear. They walked away from me and their words didn’t reach me anymore. I stood there and wondered what ever happened to the country that tried to build communism.

I often wonder what happened to the country that tried to build communism. Sometimes it seems to me like there’s nothing left of that country, the “old” country, and I start to wonder if maybe it was all a dream, but at other times it seems like the Soviet Union never ended and that anytime now someone will come up to me and say that we’re building a new world, we’re creating a new people, and that the happy future is just around the corner.

Russia is a big country, though. “Around the corner” could be around any corner. From Kaliningrad in the west to Vladivostok in the east – where do you begin?