tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202630.post114708178630308333..comments2023-06-23T16:13:12.577+03:00Comments on Neeka's Backlog: Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202630.post-1147117302649954882006-05-08T23:41:00.000+04:002006-05-08T23:41:00.000+04:00I'll never forget one morning in my dormitory in R...I'll never forget one morning in my dormitory in Riga as an international student: I entered our kitchen and there was a russian young man sitting at our kitchen table, leaning over and sleeping. he stank horribly and was clearly hung over.<BR/><BR/>it was such an awkward feeling: i didnt want him to be in our kitchen, my kitchen. i didnt know who had let him in and was angry.<BR/>the supervision lady of the dorm (i dont remember the russian word) later kicked him out yelling quite a lot at him.<BR/><BR/>i really felt puzzled and unwell to have such a bloke in my kitchen and if the playgrounds arent safe because of them... i feel really sorry.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202630.post-1147092218629795652006-05-08T16:43:00.000+04:002006-05-08T16:43:00.000+04:00"dorosli dity" - grown up kids ;)"dorosli dity" - grown up kids ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com