So no more Ethiopia, no more Africa. Bacca, bas, halas, vso, that's it.

I am back in the Soviet Union, working for an organization I swore I'd never work for again.

They made me an offer I could not refuse.

Still, it's nice: with my white complexion, round face, lean build, tight skirts and high heels I fit right in. It is so pleasant to walk down the street and have no one scream "foreigner!" at me every few minutes like they did in Ethiopia--and the sour cream is amazing.