My pleasant, reliable, and sober minibus driver this morning managed to write off our minibus by driving it into a ditch.
The thumping sound you can hear in the background is my head whacking my desk. At least he passed the breathalyser test.
White Sun of the Desert
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Perhaps it was the only subtle way for him to make one last futile gesture against the apparatchiks who will shortly deny him a job, a home and an existence!
Whacking your head helps, of course, but you risk to damage the desk. And to get the new one, in Sakhalin’ conditions…you know better than that.
Expletives work better. Especially in Russian. Especially reinforced by liberal quantities of vodka.
You see now, how Russians came to have their reputation?
Or, quoting my hero,
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God?s great Judgment Seat
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Discharging 12-bore shells at the moon while consuming prodigious quantities of Bushmills seems to work for me. It has the added advantage of keeping nefarious types well away from the old homestead.