See you in California
Back in Moscow. Phone rings.
“How are you baby, how was the train-ride?“, she asks
“Terrible, as always“, I say.
Russian 3rd class just kills me. I am too fall for it. People bump their heads to my feet. Sleepless nights.
“So, I’ll see you in California“, she says
“Yes!“, I say
“Dress light baby“, she says.
Dress light. I sure will
