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Post by Ahti Lemminkainen on May 20, 2005 21:42:04 GMT -5
"Yeah she sings. She has a really pretty voice" Lemminkainen replies. A group of men sit down and ask them if they want to play a drinking game.
"Want to play a Finnish drinking game, Mischa?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 20, 2005 21:43:43 GMT -5
Selja enters Bassarov's room just as he is done packing. He picks up his bag and walks over to her. "Ready to go to Venezuela? The flight leaves soon."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 20, 2005 21:47:22 GMT -5
"Right on... Yeah let's play a Finnish drinking game." I say, excited about the newness of this bar. And since I can't understand anyone, that makes it all the more entertaining.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 20, 2005 21:47:42 GMT -5
"Well I just found out we're going but I just need to grab a couple of things. So where have you been the last two days?" I ask nicely.
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Post by Ahti Lemminkainen on May 20, 2005 21:50:00 GMT -5
"Right on! Okay, well the game is pretty easy. The person with the shortest surname has to drink as many drinks as there are letters in the name of the person with the longest surname." Lemminkainen explains. Since Finnish people can have some long surnames, this game can be challenging.
"Okay, so everyone count the letters in your last name..."
"What's your last name Mischa?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 20, 2005 21:52:39 GMT -5
"I was with Alejos, just talking and planning mostly." Bassarov replies. He scratches his head to think if there was anything else but that's all that comes to mind at the moment, and also all that he feels like telling her about.
They walk back to her room so she can grab her things.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 20, 2005 21:55:56 GMT -5
I quickly gather my toilatries and a couple changes of clothes. "Maybe I should go to one of your meetings sometime. I'll tell you socialisim is getting more interesting to me..."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 20, 2005 21:56:47 GMT -5
"Kirsanov." I reply, not really knowing the implications of having a Russian name. I take another swig of my drink.
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Post by Ahti Lemminkainen on May 20, 2005 22:02:18 GMT -5
"Hey, he's a Russian, GET HIM!" One big guy shouts and lunges at him.
"Wait no, he's Swedish." Lemminkainen says, pulling Mischa out of the man's way.
The other angry men throw their drinks at Mischa. Lemminkainen feels outraged!
"He's from Oslo!" Lemminkainen tries to reason with them.
"Get away from him Lemminkainen, you'll get Communist germs."
Lemminkainen stands there dumbly. Finally the bartender, seeing the raucus, kicks out both Lemminkainen and Mischa.
"Gee, I'm sorry about that Mischa." Lemminkainen says to Mischa as they walk away from the bar.
(Finnish people really wouldn't act like that, so don't get the wrong idea. )
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 20, 2005 22:05:28 GMT -5
"Yes, I think you might like that. And I am glad that you are taking an interest in our beliefs." Bassarov says in a pleased tone. Once she has her things, they both leave for the airport. "We won't be in Venezuela long. There is just a small gathering of socialists there preparating for an Anti Capitalist Youth Summit this summer. I thought it might be fun to pitch in a little."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 20, 2005 22:07:59 GMT -5
"Well you do seem to enjoy it quite a bit. I think it'll be fun to watch." I state.
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Post by masha on May 20, 2005 22:09:03 GMT -5
Masha decided to hang around for a bit and not leave with Valodya. Though she liked spending time with him, she knew he had better things to do than hang around with her. Smiling a little, she wondering around to look at some of the sites. Then, she made her way back to the hotel for some R & R. Perhaps later she would go out for a drink, Masha thought to herself.
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on May 21, 2005 2:19:38 GMT -5
I finish with the preperations for my mission, and now all I can do is wait until the time is right. I go to a bistro and order a decent meal, just to pass the time.
(I will not be on for at least an hour, more likely two. Cya later)
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 21, 2005 7:19:12 GMT -5
And so, Bassarov and Selja head to the airport and after a few hour flight, arrive in Venezuela. Bassarov settles into his own room, then decides to see if he can locate any other socialists. He tells Selja that he is headed out alone, then goes off exploring.
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Post by Ariel "Zinn" Zinner on May 21, 2005 13:10:29 GMT -5
Zinn is in his tiny kitchen, going through his mail.
"Bill, bill, Anarchist newsletter...." Zinn pauses when he gets to a black edged letter from Israel.
"What's this?"
Zinn opens the envelope. Apparently, his cousin, Ariel, is dead. On one hand, he hated her very, very much. She was probably the complete opposite of him in every way, except for her aptitute for languages, and her appreciation of gardening.
On the other hand, she was family. Apparently she was killed in Germany.
He will probably have to go down for the funeral. The Americans have her body, and are transporting it to Israel.
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