I’m famous for touching random things that don’t belong to me, sticking my hands in peoples pockets, or awing at shiny coins. What can I say I’m an interesting girl. This time however my need to touch something unfortunately coincided with a city wide black out.
Although we didn’t know each other very well, I coerced Nuzzi into meeting me for a lazy afternoon. I’m not even two steps out of the door when I’m bombarded with a million and one questions: what are you doing? where are you going? who are you meeting? After answering these questions, promising to be a good and come home married, I leave to find Nuzzi.
Once we meet, Raughley decides we must visit this one café which was the birth place of some great Russian general or something. I don’t know Raughley is one of those guys with random facts looming about his head. He’s reading Russian and translating what the posters say which I find pretty cool… It’s Russian propaganda of course saying things like , we love America but they hate us, the usual right?
After experiencing my first Turkuli Kava and making a ton of photos to fellow TLGers, The Nuze and I decide to head out. As we’re leaving I spot an old vintage radio that is screaming to be touched! My mouth is watering as questions like does it work float into my mind. I run to it, slowly touch the round black knob and fiddle, just a little. As I’m fiddling the lights being to flicker until finally everything goes black. Raughley looks at me smugly…ooops..