"... and in Northern Europe, winter's coming back!"
That's what Jenny weathergirl on CNN told us this morning and she couldn't have been more right. Even though it's a pleasant 15°C and partly cloudy, the outlook isn't that great.

I guess the dead man I saw today was a bad omen or something.
Yes, DEAD, as in lying on a concrete bench (this is Russia) with his hands in an awkward position dangling from the sides of his huge bloated and blue body. Well, he was of course in clothes, but seeing the face of him was enough to convince even the stupidest of all that he had been dead like all day. Of course the fact that there were 2 Militsya men there too waiting for the medical coroner added to the weird atmosphere around the scene.
I tell you, never a dull moment in Moscow!

And even more so now that yours truly has started learning the language of those people surrounding him all day.
And let me tell you, it sure isn't easy. It's more like a 1,000,000 piece puzzle where you think you got something right, but then see that it's infact so wrong that you're thrown off course for the next couple of hours/days/weeks. But a month or two shouldn't hurt. My teacher's called Nana, and yes, she's somewhere around 60, with dyed reddish/brownish/orange hair and if somebody said the Air France check-in staff at Heathrow had caked make-up, then wait till you see Nana, the mother of über-caked make up and smeared lipstick.