Quick! What pops into your mind? Did you say hot Russian girls who are eager to buy an American a drink? Or perhaps Siberia conjured up a warm sunny day, one where you want to strip naked. (To
go skinny-dipping in the deepest lake in the world.) Or … maybe you pictured
lake seals that are so damn cute that you want to squeeze them until snot comes out their nose?
Fine, fine. Neither did I. Like you, I pictured ramshackle little cottages
from a Disney movie. You know, the one where the evil witch lives. It was
hidden in a dark wood full of Siberian wolves and bears and there were
mountains of snow piled up everywhere and maybe a boiling kettle to cook little
kids in.
What I expected to find |
Upon closer inspection, these packs of women, dressed in gorgeous dresses
and make-up and followed around by photographers were, sadly, not sent down
just for me after all. They were wedding parties. And they were everywhere.
Apparently, August is wedding season and I had arrived on a fine summer Saturday
where every woman over 18 was either a bridesmaid or wearing a white dress.
What I found. (from theAtlantic.com) |
I thought back on the Mongolian women, who, no offense, probably wouldn’t
be winning Miss Universe anytime soon. And I thought of my month on horse-back
surrounded by flies and muck and eating… pretty much flies and muck. And I
looked at this sunny town, full of pubs and vodka and restaurants and discos
and neat pretty wooden houses, where the parks brimmed with roses and cleavage.
And I thought: Siberia. I think I love you.
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