Lice have attacked me. I know now where the itching is coming from and go to a pharmacy. Pointing at my head and saying the Russian word "Botsch" is enough to make the woman open a drawer and get me a Glaxo-box with a lot of Cyrillic on it, and funny pictures of what I identify as lice. I try it out on the toilet of my next coffee place, there is a little white comb and I guess you have to put the cream on it before you pull it through your hair. A moment later, the teeth of the comb are full of dead lice. It works, I win. We all win. I would have liked to have a conversation with one of those lice, but that seems to be impossible. What is there to say anyway?
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August 3. Beauty at Smolenskaya.
Lice have attacked me. I know now where the itching is coming from and go to a pharmacy. Pointing at my head and saying the Russian word "Botsch" is enough to make the woman open a drawer and get me a Glaxo-box with a lot of Cyrillic on it, and funny pictures of what I identify as lice. I try it out on the toilet of my next coffee place, there is a little white comb and I guess you have to put the cream on it before you pull it through your hair. A moment later, the teeth of the comb are full of dead lice. It works, I win. We all win. I would have liked to have a conversation with one of those lice, but that seems to be impossible. What is there to say anyway?
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