Hey Bastard _kid...... You should have never listed your city. I know who you are now though I always had an idea because your style of writing was very similar. I am glad to see that you have changed your tone and no longer degrade Russian women.(and I use "degrade" very loosely).Your e-mail address(orange_passion), is close to (Blu_Craze)?? Yes?? I like the Bastard_kid much better! ( a lot more respectful ). Do those Russian women still come to Virginia Beach and visit you?
I happen to live in the USA for not very long time. My motherland is Russia where I'm going to return in a year. What's about my guy! I haven't found my one in russia yet. In general it doesn't matter for me where he 'll be from. We are all human being, have the same desires, thoughts, souls & live on the Earth. I consider that the country is not barrier. But I didn't say that I'm going to looking for him . HE WILL FIND ME!!! My goal here(in the USA) is to master lge perfectly.
I am glad to read that you have a purpose,Al,I am certain you find it! And you are right-love finds its own way,like water finds its own route. I hope that when you go home,you will have good memories of America. Have you found what changes are most foreign for you? Or what you miss the most about home?
spirittraveller, tank you for you kind words & support. I appreciate it. The difference is in you economic. You live better (I mean material position), so You try to enjoy your life. We, in most of families, survive, because ,for example, THE RUSSIAN MAN, having the same job & expierence like THE AMERICAN, gets less money. He should think of how to reach his earn longer in order his family needn't anything. I LOVE my Russia because it's my motherland. Here is comfortable but I miss my home, family, friands & russian boys very much. The other chande that it's very clean here on the streets & of course climate (because I'm from Siberia).
We all feel (in my opinion) a connection to our homeland ("rodina" or "dom radnoy"). Even if it is not a great place economically. I feel that way myself about my home in Lawton, Oklahoma. I will always have a connection there, but it's not a place where I can achieve all I want to in life.
Supposedly, the Russian soul is linked to the land, but ultimately, home is where the heart is, and we choose that of our own accord.
You're right, SCOTTLF, home is where the heart is, but my heart is in Russia while & here I'm as a guest.
And one more main thing is there that hurts me. I feel the lack of sincerity. The americans are very very polite (sometimes too much), but not sincere. You hide your emotions & feelings deep inside & so seem very friendly.( be sure I don;t want to offend smb i JUST TRY TO BE OBJEKTIVE & HORNEST). If you say "how do you do?" when you meet person, you do it because you're very polite bit you really don't want to know what his life if & what happend to him. If russian man asks, be sure that he is ready to listen to you. If you are not going to listen to the person, just don't ask him at all.
Sorry if I loaded you.
I agree Alenka. When I meet somebody on the street,and we both say "howdy" ( actually just me! ) the person moves by too quickly for me to tell him that I have really had a hot day,and I am a little dehydrated from lack of water,and I just need a friend. There`s no place like home,Dorothy. I like this statement especially because home for Dorothy ( Wizard of Oz) was the state of Kansas,which I think is very flat-featured and boring. But it is home to many people who would never consider leaving it. When I lived in South Carolina,some people were openly hostile to my homeplace of northwestern Montana, " Well why doncha move yer goldarn ass back to Mon-####ing-tana or wherever yer from?" I love the snow,and snowsports,so something will always be missing for me,living in the Sonoran Desert of Arizona.I go crazy sometimes for a special fishing place that was 15 minutes away from my house. Lifestyles are broad in the United States. Remember,you are in 1 out of 50 states. I hope you get to go to a northern place-even northern Cali,because you will find the geography and people to be different,as you will wherever you go. Fargo,North Dakota is one of my favorite places because people there are more friendly, humble, and sincere. I lived in Nebraska and Wyoming too,and people were neighborly and quick to offer you help if you needed it. I know of many towns like this-but not really big cities or suburbs. I wear my feelings right on my sleeve,for all to see. I hide nothing. But this reflects the way I was raised-in small town America where people would leave their doors unlocked because they felt secure from theft and vandalism. In the winter too--people are drawn together by the simple need for warmth.This is understood by all who have lived in the cold places of the world-where we all one time or another could not start our frozen car ( could not get the key in the frozen lock!! )or slid off of the road on the ice ( because of that stupid deer I almost hit! ) (:ox) One time I dropped a mitten in the snow in -60 degrees fahrenheit ( Wisdom,Montana ) and I almost got frostbite because I could not get the mitten back on my stiff hand! Sincerity,like many attributes, is something you are not born with--it is something that comes with experience. The same as respect. You truly cannot know the meaning of respect unless you have been disrespected! Al,if you are able to really explore America,you will find out how different the cultures and people are. You will not find it in Las Vegas-even though you will find many people of different ethnicities. I think that if a person took a train or Greyhound bus across the U.S.,it would probably be similiar to the experience of the Siberian railway- crossing different time zones and cultures. Of course it would take only half the time to do it here. I hope to see more of your contributions here,Alenka. Be happy,and have a great weekend!!
Spirit,
I don`t mean to sidestep your thread but i must tell you that one summer about 14 years ago i spent two weeks hanging out in the Blackhills of South Dakota. Ever been there? I guess the Sioux hold it as a very sacred area . I was also in places nearby called Spearfish Canyon , Deadwood and i climbed a very sacred mountain called Bear Butte. There was young and middle aged indians all over this mountain and they would not look or speak to me and my friend. There was colored and feathered offerings tied to tree limbs and left in precarious places everywhere. Very solemn people . So we went to a local bar and four indians came in. Two had Bowie knives hanging from their belts .These men were all like 6 foot to 6`6" tall with shiny black hair all the way down to their belts skinny as a rail and they had an attitude . I tried to smile but it was`nt going to work. This place was a basement bar. We decided it was best to leave . When i got up to go, i saw the one warrior`s tee-shirt and i about shit and laughed at the same time. It showed the massacred seventh cavalry on the ground and the shirt logo on top was printed " CUSTER HAD IT COMING " I dont know why , but the image is something that i never forget.
JMO-I lived on the direct west side of where you described=in Newcastle,Wyoming in the late 70s,and was an avid explorer of the hills which only look Black from a distance. Paha Sapa is a magical place immersed in spirit energy. I will never forget the Black Hills. In 1984,I was returning to Montana from a job in Nebraska which had finished,when my old Chevelle broke down in Sturgis. I partied with friends,and ended up taking a job there just to replace my transmission. I lived there for over a year. Bear Butte is a sacred hill where for generations past the natives journeyed to seek their dream visions. Understand also that Bear Butte looks almost directly south to the old quarters of General Sturgis,and the men who used this place as a retreat into solitudinal therapy had to see this fort in the distance,which was a constant threat of white hostility. Native men generally have a stolid expression and it is difficult to see into their very generous humor until you spend some time with them. I always fit into any racial situation because nobody can figure out who I am. At the time you and I were in this special place JMO,the tribes were in a struggle over native fishing rights,and all of a sudden my tribal blood was not pure enough,and I had to bear the burden of having white ancestry. It was surreal,and very deadly,because at the same time,there was a resurgence of native pride,and the FBI was scouring the place for militant reservationists. I would go to parties,and always,always a big fight. I watched women bashing their knees into each others chins,and cops getting bloodied by the local "wide open" yokel ( they were probably good school buddies ) Kids 18 years old could drink in 3.2% beer bars,and coke was still something you sniffed,not smoked. I know the image well,JMO. I understand the native reluctance to accept other peoples into tribal strongholds. But nobody should feel guilty for the plight of the GRANDFATHERS. They are all gone now. Now I will tell you my story. It was 1978. I was 16 years old,and had hitch-hiked most of the western U.S. My cousin and me would travel to the Flathead/Salish/Kootenai reservation in northwest Montana to gamble our money and wares in "stick game" which is kind of like "which hand holds the colored button?" Anyway, my cousin and me met with a Blackfoot from Canada,and we drove in his Pinto,bragging to the young ladies that it had a 289 V-8 in it. I was invited by some cuties to a high school dance. The three of us went,there was more giggling than dancing,and we were invited to a party afterwards. The Blackfoot guy casually said," I don`t want to go. I don`t like to party with drunk indians." So,democratically,my cousin and I outvoted him. When we got to the house,4 men-2 of them very big men,charged the car with shotguns. I was the lightest colored skin,so the biggest guy sneered at me." SO you are the guy who doesn`t party with Indians?" They ordered us out,and another guy recognized the real criminal and said,"No,no,it was the Canuck what said it" SO we were led,shaking,into the house,and motioned to sit in a living room,where the guns were handed over to some young guys. The Blackfoot guy was taken outside,and my cousin and me were held hostage inside. I could see through the window that the Pinto was being completely demolished. The guys were out there rolling it over and over on the street,and bashing out windows and lights. The Canuck was being backed up the street in front of these big guys. It was really tense. All of a sudden 2 grandfathers walked into the living room and sat for a few minutes,appraising us,looking us over. Then the one old guy says to the young ones-you boys put those guns away. Now,you (pointing at another boy ) roll some cigarettes ( joints) and somebody get these men a beer. So, the tension melted, we sat back and got stoned with the grandfathers, drank a couple beers,and had a great time. At the end of the night,they all shook my hand,usually with both of theirs,and sometimes a clap from the other hand on the shoulder. The man who at first accused me drove my cousin and I to the end of town,where we could get a ride by hitchhiking.It was the last time I played stick game.