29-III-1979.

Solitaire everywhere. Note the olympic design woven into the curtain on the right. Same in other two hotels.

Solitaire everywhere. Note the olympic design woven into the curtain on the right. Same in other two hotels.

We developed this roll ourselves. One of the fixers wasn't so fresh, it seems.

We developed this roll ourselves. One of the fixers wasn't so fresh, it seems.

In Kiev we were in the same hotel where dad was seven years ago. Seeing how many rubles we still didn't manage to spend, we went and bought whatever we found: a spare phone for oma, some fishing gear for her dad, two packs of small playing cards (so I could play a few rounds of solitaire on the small desk in the room) and two pack of regulars, some cute painted metal box, a semiautomatic (not quite idiotmatic) camera, Viliya M (immediately nicknamed William), a precision scale for the photo lab, big pack of matches, some pefume and cosmetics for mom. Then in the duty free shop a carton of Gauloises.

While we were waiting for the bus to the airport, some locals sneaked into the lobby, probably pretending to be cab drivers fetching customers, or they knew the doorman - the whole strictness was a bit more lax here - and saw some boots that he liked. The guy wearing those boots didn't want to part with them, we don't need rubles. The guy was paying dollars and went to buy a pair of shoes for the guy, so he doesn't go home barefoot. Transaction was successful, even though the shoes came when half of us were already boarded.

My parents came to the airport to pick us up - our plane came on time this time. The yellowish suitcases, as always, the romanian ones from 1976.

This year the couch was on the left; most of the years it was under the window, facing the TV. The cabinet on the right is the sewing machine Slavica by Bagat of Zadar.

This year the couch was on the left; most of the years it was under the window, facing the TV. The cabinet on the right is the sewing machine Slavica by Bagat of Zadar.

Her dad came to see us, and we handed him the fishing gear and the phone. Then we drove him home, as he deliberately did not take the bike ("my mErcedes"), and said hi to oma and plugged in the phone, so she'd now have one in the lobby, where she sits most of the time anyway. Skviki (the dog, though the nickname is lifted from Alan Ford comics, where it's a guinea pig... did look like one when he was a puppy) was happy to see us.

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