A hard day's evening in the very centre of Moscow, on Chistye Prudy. Walking along the houses I have seen so many years ago, when I was photo-hunting. The lions. The not-so-dark, wonderful dusks. Chime. Tinkling, magical noise.

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Underground. A young lady -- blue coat, blue balloon in her hands and light blue eyes, so light and blue that they seem to blind you. A bit clumsy.

Pricala sam majci o nekim konferencijama u Letoniji, nisam mogla odluciti ici tamo ili ne ici. A ona je rekla jednu prostu ali bas pametnu stvar: treba saznati zasta zelim ici tamo. Da li sama konferencija znacajna za mene. Istina je da nije. Ne imam dosta vremena za pripremiti dobar rad; a zadnja dva-tri putovanja su bila bas challenging jer nisam imala dovoljno para za sve. I nece to biti bas uzivancija, znaci. Pa i Letonija, zemlja, jezika koje ne znam. Nije to neki edem, nije bas poznata po svojim lepotama da bih isla ne za jezicne vezbe i kulturno iskustvo.
Hocu u Veliku Britaniju. Ova dugogodisnja (vecinom latentna masta). Dobro je mastati, ali moram i ici tamo.

A surprisingly happy week.
One birthday.
One (almost) completed application.
One passed examination.
One lecture in Serbian.
One meeting with classmates.
One film in English.

Plus Chesterton; online course on English literature; a translation project about psychology and a chance of working as a fiction translator.