For those who didn’t keep track (and I don’t blame you or, frankly, expect that from anyone besides my AI-powered Google calendar), my fiancée and I came back from Russia 10 days ago… just for me to go on stage and tell a (97%) true story about my time, back in the day… in Russia. What they call a full (Russian) circle.
Now, let’s be real: I may be self-centered enough to have had a personal blog since the early 2010’s, but we still didn’t come back from my second homeland only for me to “perform” (I use the word loosely) a 10-minute autobiographical routine. There were more relevant reasons too: like, we had a wedding to plan (including last minute, rather unplanned changes), I had some work to do (it happens) and my fiancée was getting prepared to start a new job… in Berlin.
In other words, we had a 1-week long layover in Paris (our – technical – home) on our way from Moscow to Berlin. And we spent most of it running around between the (upcoming) wedding location, the jeweler’s shop (it was either that or we were gonna have to get a ring tattooed on our fingers and my fiancée wasn’t entirely on board with that), the tailor’s (for my suit: ironically, my fiancée found herself a ready-made dress online months ago, therefore spending way less time and money on her wedding attire than I did), not to mention we both had to go to offices, attend meetings, my fiancée with her new team and me with clients and associates. Even though she was technically on vacation, she actually spent more time in work meetings than I did, but I took care of the cat.
Which brings us to the last bit of the story: because we are going to be in Berlin a while (3 weeks, but who’s counting) and because we’ve been away so often in recent months that the cat barely remembers who we are, we decided to take him with us. To Berlin. On a plane. In a special backpack we bought for the occasion.
Thus making him hate us even more. But the point is it made us feel better.