Post #3. My first morning in Volgograd. And a bit about Russian supermarkets.

It was Friday. The morning after I arrived. The previous night, having no shower, or no food or drink in my apartment, I unpacked my bags and tried to place things away. I put up some photo's of family and friends and places on my wardrobe with some blu-tac (which became quite a novelty with my students), and made my sofa bed up. Then I sat down. And thought 'what the hell have I done.' Where was I, what was I doing, why was I here?

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