looking back in the blog and my mind - not far either - it seems a little surreal that i was in the southern most guts of japan just 1 week ago. weird how the mind processes time (or maybe in russia time processes mind?); like maybe the mind gets used to a rate of a certain amount of new experiences/information per day, when you start doing something totally new it just makes time perception elongate. yakushima is a distance little verdant memory, far off in space/time, and now all there is is grey skies, concrete apartment blocks, shelf toilets, "bochka" beer.
on a side note, i think my pronunciation of russian is ludicrously poor and completely hindered by the fact whenever i try to speak a foreign language, i basically try to speak japanese.
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