March 1995

It was a spring break of 1995. By some coincidence someone knew someone who knew someone who knew my father, and that first someone needed a Russian -English interpreter. My dad recommended me. I had meeting on Thursday, and on Saturday morning I landed in Mobil AL. Initially it was a four days job... that end up being four weeks adventure.

These are people I helped to translate and interpret.

March. When will I have another chance to swim in the Gulf of Mexico. No swim shorts? No problem! Water was surprisingly warm and nice. March.

Here is a great pride of my country. Tractor that made in my home town made it across Atlantic and being sold in the USA. Click on the badge to see better.

One of the perks beside 16 hour days were weekends in the near towns. New Orleans being one on them.

Then we had to fly to Ontario, CA. It was a first time I saw mountains. I fell in love with them.

This star is reserved!

Life is tough...