A resume on June—
an upside down month of vise versa things when you don’t know whether it’s better to have the wind to your back or your face with the crazy pooh floating around, when you see men wearing official black suits in 40`C and can’t help wondering whether it’s because they have already had a solar attack or are hoping for one, when you get what you want and realize you were not sure you actually wanted it, a crazy month of saying good byes twice again with hopes and fears mingling…

It’s been real hot here. REAL. HOT. My thermometer doesn’t go any lower than 20`C—even at night.

They found snakes in the Ishim—no more beaches at the river!

I’m done with the university. For ever. For ever means until I get back to studying something else.

There is never going to be another scrabble night.

I’m actually learning some Spanish words, believe it or not!

Dacha starts happening way too often and it’s not something to crow about.

Nostradamus was wrong about the world cup. Man, I hope the Portuguese or the Italians do it, Brazil would be okay too, though.

I got a new pet—he came in a package delivered by a postman, he doesn’t bark and doesn’t need to be fed, thanks for Ryzhik, Ryan!

Paul and Saule have left for the states. I’ve done a good job about not crying. I am really improving on all this sentimental stuff. Not a tear since May. Things may change though.
This is my laughing partner, my dream sharer, my inspirer, my never blamer, my supporter, my never failer, my best of everything and I promise I promise I promise not to get too emotional here so I’m not going to say anything else. It’s not even August yet. Have a safe flight, I know you are somewhere above the Atlantic now, miss you so much, Sauleyka,

Diana