A Funny story about traveling to Russia
According to my family, my story is more scary than funny. Sure, I was scared then, but now I think it’s a riot!
One moment I was in Red Square, the next moment I was in the back of a van, a guy in uniform screaming at me in Russian. He had my passport, which I had relinquished in fear.
My mind raced. Had my group noticed I was missing? Would my family miss me? Did they still have gulags in Russia? How long would I last doing hard labor in Siberia?
Finally, after groping for words, any words, I squeaked out, “Skolko?” This means “how much?”
The Russian official stopped screaming and said in perfect English, “Seventy-five U.S. dollars.”
- Learn a little Russian language. You never know when you will need it!