Boza got me up at 3:30 a.m. this morning and being a good grumpy grouchy bear, I got up and walked him. Some people think that this time of the morning is a dumb time to walk, but I am here to tell you, Boza and I have no better time to walk in peace, than early morning…
Moscow is very safe and the people are good, if not unobservant to a point. When you grow up in a city where everyone is on top of each other, then you grow thick skin and or suffer the backlash…
This is Boza and I. Boza was born in a Tiny Russian Village and I came from a Tiny American Town. Our skin is not as thick as a Moscow born native people. Thus, we struggle to get around and stay out of the way of the Muscovite’s… (I use to look at the people of Kansas City and or Saint Louis the same way…)
People in Moscow just barge along with their business and even the tiniest babushka will walk over top of you if you hesitate. It is life in a big city, but a life that Boza and I struggle with. So this morning as many mornings, Boza and I go out into the world very early and find a walk of peace and quiet…
It is amazing how safe Moscow is. I have talked about this fact since the day I came to Russia, Moscow is very safe and pleasant to walk around in at all hours of the night. We find the occasional dumpster diver, looking for scrap metal and bottles to sell. We see the occasional bunch of teenagers sneaking around to find a wall to paint upon and express their inner souls. We also see the occasional drunk staggering his way back home. But for the most part, we walk in total peace and quiet…
The quiet is broken by many kitties, who roam the night around the flats and Boza loves to get wind of them and try to find them. The cats are amazing, they slink off at the first sight of us, but their smell is lingering and Boza is happy with that…
Therefore, all this babbling I am doing is because Boza and I miss the Tiny Russian Village. For literally anytime of the day is a good time to walk there. Well good except the horseflies, mosquitoes and tiny biting flies… 😉
Regardless, even in Moscow, we seem to have one horsefly and he waits for Boza and I everyday, to try to suck our blood. I swear if there is a horsefly within a hundred miles, it will find us…
So Boza and I walk early in the morning, we walk along and can walk just about anywhere. The world is sleeping and the darkness is like a blanket cuddling us as we walk. Boza can move around without being distracted and I have more peace, because of not having to watch out for other people. That is a big issue I have…
I was raised to be courteous to all around me. Moscow like big cities all over the world, are full of unintentionally lacking of courteousness kinda people. I struggle to be polite, when no one around me even understands such a concept. I remember New York City, I hated it, the people are so rude. Now I understand such things better…
A big city is rude to me. But we all live with what we have to live with and Boza and I now understand that we are Tiny Russian Village guys. Not big city, big town and or even small village…. We are…
Tiny Russian Village guys in our hearts and we dream of the village as we walk so early in the morning…
WtR