Oh, so... Soho!

I've been out to a club last night, in Soho. First time I heard about Soho in Mr. Sfariac's course at university. He told us about customers sipping their cocktails in Soho bars. It was the British culture and civilisation course. He told us about political parties, newspapers etc. but I only remember the light and useless stuff. Anyway, if vampires suck blood, Brits sip a cocktail. And then another one. And then another one.

I first been to Soho last year with Marian, a friend. He took me to a thai restaurant. We had a place near the window, so that I could watch passers-by while sipping my onion-and-cockroach soup (or whatever scorpio they boil in thai cuisine). And I saw a man and then looked further to see his appendix and it was another man. They were hand in hand. Which is always a nice gesture, but I was not used to see 2 men doing it. They were not sipping cocktails as I was taught, but who knows what were they up to later that evening.

So, last night I got there a bit earlier (it means I got there on time) but I had to wait for my friends who were late. The club was full with young ladies wearing dresses and sequin bags and high-heeled sandals like they were at the opera, not in a dark crowded place where they drink and retch. Besides, high heels, alcohol and square pavement in the streets are not a recommended combination if you ask me.

I met a guy from Moldova. I like the way they talk, the words they use. A Romanian would never use those words, we have updated versions. The language they speak seems to me like it has been frozen for 50-100 years and now it came to life again with all those archaic words. I pity them because politically they want to be with us Romanians (at least somebody in this world wants us), but corrupt communist politicians in their country don't.

We gossiped a bit about Russians, he told me war stories he heard about Russian "heroes".
Someone told him that in 1980 during the Olympics in MosCow, for Russia to make a good impression in the world, they filled the shops with everything, especially food. People felt like in heaven for a week.
In the north of Russia if you throw out of the window some hot tea, it will freeze until it hits the ground. That is why I prefer the sink to throw away unwanted liquids, niet chiuveta (rakovina). But who could understand them?

Today's prayer:
Dear God, I am happy in Soho it is warmer than in Russia. And I don't want Russians in Soho, either. Please, God, keep them away of the European Union and make our borders thicker, to resist their tanks if necessary. Amen.