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and the beauty of the snow is how it falls

I had a bit of a kerfuffle getting to the airport on time because the minicab got a flat tyre (although thankfully not on the highway, and so we didn't careen and spin and smash into things in an interesting way) although it did leave me with the problem of exactly how the fuck to get to the airport and using a variety of transport and swear words I made it there with 45 minutes to spare, and cried and cajoled so that people let me queue jump and I got to Belgrade after all.

I spent most of the flight asleep ( I was tired from all the work stuff and the fact that Z and I had been watching a tape of Jerry Springer The Opera until the wee hours of the morning), but I woke up when someone dropped a hot sandwich into my hands, and once more towards the end when we were coming in towards Belgrade.

I had a windowseat and the view took my breath away. Everything, everywhere, as far as the eye could see was a blanket of white dotted with trees and cut through the occasional black tendrils of roads, and the fat snake of the river dotted with ice floes like glittering scales.

It was beautiful. Like another world entirely, and everything seemed curiously slowed down, like the world inside a dream.

We landed gently as a leaf does.

And there weren't any crowds and I was reunited with my baggage, and duly met at the aiport by my mother and a friend where we ascertained that we were all pleased to see each other (well that is until my mother ascertained I had forgotten some letters I was meant to bring her), and at home my grandmother had outdone herself with lunch for 7 people (rassolnik kidney and salted cucumber soup, roast turkey, herring, pirogi , mayonnaise and vegetable salad, carrot salad and chicken and sardine pate sprinkled with paprika and shaped like a fish). And other people contributed to these proceedings sparkling white wine and a big cake, which meant that a combination of being stuffed and being knackered, and being drunk sent me soon after lunch into a coma that lasted for the next 5 hours.

Most importantly I met Kati, the new family dog (she's a 4 month old golden labrador) who was the colour of wheat and flax, and as beautiful as the snow.

she's very friendly and cute and showed her affection for me by chewing on my hand and my jumper and my feet with her little razor sharp, baby-shark teeth and I patted her and secretly fed her bits of turkey and chocolate cake. (Really, if her teeth rot, we might have some skin left). She's incredibly fluffy and cute and has eager puppy ways and a warm puppy belly.

The weather is milder than I've been led to believe, and the flat is warmer than I dared hope (although temperatures are set to drop again on Tuesday) and I've got a little puppy heater, so even though I'm still feeling like a zombie, at least it's a zombie that's happy and snug.

It's good to be warm home.


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Feb. 12th, 2005 08:04 pm (UTC)
warm on the inside, cold on the outside
Thus far it's pretty good. :)
Feb. 11th, 2005 07:41 pm (UTC)
I'd gladly eat myself into a coma in Belgrade :o)

Have a wonderful trip!

Feb. 12th, 2005 08:03 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
It's great so far even though I am still in a semi-coma
Feb. 12th, 2005 06:05 pm (UTC)
He, so after all that, throw us a snowball or two over here. We will not see the snow in London for a while. About the letters, I can see Z biting fingers out of guilt for not taking them with you.:)
Feb. 12th, 2005 08:02 pm (UTC)
*throws you snowballs and smiles*
Hello Honey!

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