and speaking of hair... most people stared at mine... a few even pointed and laughed.
i ran into this guy... i think his name was ray... outside izmaylovo market. he was walking a ways behind me with some friends, and yelled for my attention. i turned around and was so excited to see another afro... i think i hugged him. he was actually from l.a. and had lived in moscow for a few years... and loved it. his confidence and spunk seemed to serve him well, and judging by it, i imagined he was waaaaay over the racism of the city. i liked him.
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