Jessica, Emmy and I were eating at an Azerbaijani restaurant when Misha came up to us, dressed very nicely in his sweater and collared shirt, and just stood staring at us. We of course had to say "privet" (hi) and things just rolled from there. He didn't say much, but when we asked him where his mama and papa were, he just pointed and said "mama, papa." At one point, one of us got up and left the table, and he, with his big eyes and outstretched arm yelled "poka" (bye) in as loud a voice as any young boy can. We played with him, much to the amusement of the other diners, and of course his parents and relatives (drinking vodka, and obviously part of a big celebration at a long table in the next room.) He gave us invisible gifts, both big and small, and when we "called" him on our telephones, he answered! Then came picture time, and as soon as Jessica pulled out her camera, he was ready, with his perfect pose and bright smile. We didn't even need to say cheese!
His father came over eventually, telling us that our meeting with Misha was no chance, and asking us about where we were from. He began to speak in broken English, and told us of his boss who now lives in the US, and just went on a pheasant hunt in Texas (Misha's father is now the proud owner of many photos from this trip!) But we failed to make much more conversation with Misha's family.
We then said good bye, and are now just left with the memory of one of the few babies we have seen in Moscow, and of course, Jessica's photo.
More about our recent endeavors tomorrow.
-- Aisling & Jessica
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