Standing in the club with my b-boy stance
Hello, and happy birthday to me.
This morning I got awakened by chocolates before my host-mother and sister went off to school (I get to go one hour later to school because the buses are frickin' impossible to get into in the morningrush.). I ate two of the chocolates, because they were quite tasty, took a shower, and went to school.
At school my entire class arranged the tables in the cantine so that we could all sit together, and they gave me a card with most of the class' signatures and best wishes and also a Winnie The Poo mug. I was quite overwhelmed and hadn't expected more than a couple of "Happy Birthdays!" and a few handshakes. In Russia you get wished a lot, for example when one of the girls made a toast at the table she said: "We wish you a long and healthy life, with lot's of success, and we all love you very much". That last part surprised me a bit, because all I do when I'm with the class in lessons is learn from my own books, I don't partake at all. Except for when the teacher makes a comment about me and I yell "In Norwegian, please!", and of course I say this in Russian not English. And for the rest of the day, some of the girls said they wished me lots of money in the future. So now I know that Russian girls don't want no scrub.
Being in Russia on my birthday is just very weird. I don't know why. Everyone is nice, I don't have anything to complain about, but it's just extremely weird, and I have no frickin' idea why.
Oh, I forgot to mention that they have Norwegian buses here in Arkhangelsk! I looked in disbelief when I saw "AS Sporveier Norge" in the top corner of one of the buses. And incidentally these Norwegian buses are the best buses in town. 'nuff said.
Now I have to go home to celebrate with my family.
Byebyes
