So there are a few teachers I knew left in Vodkaberg, about three.
The guy who took my cat is still there, and he still has my cat. It's reported to be getting old -- it's 13 now --but still the fine affectionate animal it always was. I didn't visit her. It might have made me cry.
|This is her after she managed to kill a bluebird from the windowsill. That's the bird's head there.|
|This is her eating a Cheeto.|
|Me and the cat at one of the after-club bunkin' parties I occasionally hosted.|
Communication Chain is still going on, and even has a new building; it sounds like there are still the same problems with bizarre schedules and a lot of travel time, and nobody I spoke to seems too happy with the salary compared to the cost of living in Russia 2013. But of course they don't have any problem finding teachers ...
One other guy I know managed to get a job at a high school, and seems to like it well enough, with a nice apartment that allows him to walk to work and enough private students to feel like he's got some dough, as well as a nice girlfriend.
Another guy works mainly doing private lessons, with a few hours at a university to keep his visa, and is very happy with the money he's making.
They're both about the same age as me; they both agreed their social lives weren't nearly as exciting as they used to be and Vodkaberg was a far more sedate place than it was a few years ago.
I mentioned this to Girlfriend and she said, "You guys need to open your passports and check how old you are."
And the other teachers mentioned in VODKABERG? Slappy is still roaming the Balkans. Uncle Cool is in Moscow. Bear is still married, living in America. Sam is living in China with his Russian wife. Sasquatch Rick is back in America, working a normal office job. Glasses is working in Siberia. Chuck and Crazy Bob are both in the Middle East, and I imagine I'll be seeing them both soon. . .
NEXT: RETURN TO VODKABERG, PART FIVE: LITTLE VALYA