Encounters with Babushki -- Number 1

On my way home from the institute today, I saw one of the large crows that hang around Primorskaya shredding and consuming the body of a pigeon in the parking lot of my apartment complex. Thought I’d share the love.

I got home early today and no one was in the apartment. I’m pleased that I managed to unlock and relock everything on my own. There are a total of four locks (not counting the entry to the apartment building), and then there’s the deadbolt for nighttime. The program manager keeps repeating that Russians are a little paranoid. While I was messing with the locks, a babushka came out of the apartment next door to investigate. She was nice enough, didn’t question me after it became clear I was a guest.

Oh yeah, this is the view from the balcony outside of my bedroom. Pretty, no?