I made a new
friend today, but it remains to be seen if this is a positive event. Dima, the
son of the camp director, is eight years old and very mischievous. I
accidentally agreed to one game of table tennis, and now we’re friends for
life. Whenever he gets bored, he looks for me all over the camp, comes running
up, and asks, “Maybe let’s play?” So far today we’ve played table tennis,
volleyball, and badminton. He ambushed me right after my lesson asking to play
and, when I tried to get out of it by saying that I had homework, he offered to
do my Russian homework for me. Later, after I had left our volleyball game to
go do laundry, Dima showed up while I was hanging up my clothes and instantly
started wringing stuff out and hanging it up. It was all I could do to get my
underwear up before he got started on that too. When we went on a field trip,
he called dibs on being my partner in the line and held my hand on the way to
the monastery. Incidentally, the trip was incredible- we saw a tiny monastery
on an island that could only be accessed by a tiny bridge fifty feet above the
water. Later we went to see a hydroelectric plant that had incredible views of
the surrounding area and a spring we could drink from. I managed to shake Dima
for the later part of the trip, but he claimed a spot on the bus next to me and
spent the entire time chattering away. It’s good for my Russian to try and keep
up with him, but he is absolutely exhausting.
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