Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Milkman
Every day, there is a little bell around 3pm and the milkman rides by Paula's house on his bicycle in case we want any milk. One day when Paula was buying I gently bullied him (and gave up some coin) into taking a picture with me. He must ride gazillions of miles a day with those jugs... We boil the milk first, don't worry. Which means we only drink skim milk! :)
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Wow Zhenya! Natknulsya na Vash blog i dolzhen skazat' stal uvajat' vas eshyo bol'she! :) Skalapendri, tarantuli, mertvie yasheritsi - eto konechno ne ne jopki morkovnie otkusivat'... Bolee togo chitaya Vashi zapiski u menya takoe oshushenie chto ya prostoy obivatel' v industrialnom mire a vi issledovatel' "tuzemnih zemel' nachala 19-go veka... :) Tak derja't Darvin!
ReplyDeleteS uvazheniem - Akmal
Ura, moi blog teper ofitsialno international! By the way, I remembered your Uzbekistan jogging story because local kids laaaaughed and laaaaughed when I ran in circles around the compound in the morning.
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