This is the final chapter of this adventure. We warmly awoke to a chilled shower, fresh clothes, and a descent breakfast with a touch to latte latte macchiato. We boarded the van and made it to the airport in time to catch the end of a summation of the EuroCup tournament to this point. Aunt Kathy and I had some coffee (much better, the barista special) and some doughnuts.
We boarded the plan and bid farewell to Europe. Our flight was long and uneventful for the most part. I watched I am Legend, P.s. I love you, parts of Jumper, and the end of the Golden Compass at least 4. I also listened to some very bad Austria rock and hip hop for a total of 57 seconds. I sat by a mysterious German man who got up once on the forever flight. We saw the coast of Greenland (that was probably the highlight). We made it to Chicago (mostly on time) and passed through customs and claimed our bags with little incident. The XNA crew rechecked their bags while I held mine. As we exited the went for their gate and I was going to go and check my bag and get my boarding pass at the appropriate carriers. As they went up the escalator that was the last I saw of them.
I searched and found my carrier and went to check in only to find that it was not possible to check in more than 8 hours before your flight. It is 3 o'clock pm and my flight doesn't leave until 5:50 am, so I am referred to the local hotels. I had planned to sleep/lay/sit/pace in the terminal until the flight but the terminal was closed to me, so Quality Inn here I come. I've never done this part of the journey by myself, but I found and caught the shuttle, got a room, ordered dinner at the bar (bacon cheeseburger, yeah...), and am set to catch the shuttle back at 3:50 am. I am due to arrive on Long Island at 11:30 am eastern.
I've been awake for 21 hours, but now I am clean, fed, sheltered, and in America; this journey has come to an end. Thank you for being with me every step of the way.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Three Men and a Magical Carriage Ride
The last of the eggs and bacon (the milk started to turn (chunks) and Jon killed the cereal yesterday anyway). Packed up, cleaned up. Van picked us up around 11, went to McDonald's for some more Ukrainian nuggets, and then on to the airport. The whole crew was there, including Katie from basketball camp. Ira had completed the exam earlier that morning and was really excited about being finished. We went to the back room for a little passport inspection, got cut in line by a Greek Orthodox priest with some mad bling swing to the waist, a cowboy collar, and sweet hat. I got the bag swipe at security because of some suspicious looking metal objects. We waved farewell, at the top of the stairs, passed through customs and began the wait.
The plane arrived (mostly on time) and the flight passed without incident. Vienna came into view and the search for the hotel/shuttle began. We also purchased euros (I would say exchanged for but that just isn't true at .54 euros to the dollar) We got to the vans, and hit the road at 135 kmph, to Fischamend where we stayed at the nicest hotel without air-conditioning I've ever stayed at. We voted to go into Vienna via train (after a 1.3 mile jaunt to the station). Buying a ticket was a trial to be discussed in more detail later. We boarded and headed for the big city. A really nice subway system, clean, etc. The first ground level sight of Vienna was the St. Stephen's cathedral. We went out to one of the oldest restaurants in the city (14??), and paid plenty for some good food. We then had the world famous gelato (strawberry and coconut).
Steve then convince Tom, Jon, and I to take a carriage ride through the city to see some of the sites. We had a magical time especially hearing that it would only be 25 euros for the 45 minute ride. We saw Beethoven's crib, parliament, city hall, museums, and some other cool stuff (including 4 Porsches). The ride over, "that'll be 95 euro." mentally,"What!!!!!!!!! No way, there is NO WAY I just took 180 USD carriage ride (Cinderella wouldn't have footed that bill (she would have to pawn both slippers)). We coughed it up and left with a new appreciation for the ability to miscommunicate so effectively.
We joined Aunt Kathy and Gary (Rachel and Gary head back after gelato) and searched for the right train. We bobbed and weaved, ducked and dived, jumped on, jumped off, stared, squinted, blinked, winked at every map and sign, asking, begging, pleading, (almost bribing) every person nearby who could say three english words to point us in a direction, any direction. Finally, right at closing time, we catch the last train to Fischamend, the nicest air-conditioned, clean train I've ever ridden. Relieved to death (almost pointless right?), until he came. The man Jonathan affectionate dubbed Blondie, came and asked to see our tickets, of the 5 of us none had the right tickets. Fearing a reenactment of the zeppelin scene in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, I offered money which he gladly accepted. We reach our destination, I pay 2.5 euro for a liter of water and get online to get my flight info for Chicago to NY.
A shower, some soccer, and dreams of America.
The plane arrived (mostly on time) and the flight passed without incident. Vienna came into view and the search for the hotel/shuttle began. We also purchased euros (I would say exchanged for but that just isn't true at .54 euros to the dollar) We got to the vans, and hit the road at 135 kmph, to Fischamend where we stayed at the nicest hotel without air-conditioning I've ever stayed at. We voted to go into Vienna via train (after a 1.3 mile jaunt to the station). Buying a ticket was a trial to be discussed in more detail later. We boarded and headed for the big city. A really nice subway system, clean, etc. The first ground level sight of Vienna was the St. Stephen's cathedral. We went out to one of the oldest restaurants in the city (14??), and paid plenty for some good food. We then had the world famous gelato (strawberry and coconut).
Steve then convince Tom, Jon, and I to take a carriage ride through the city to see some of the sites. We had a magical time especially hearing that it would only be 25 euros for the 45 minute ride. We saw Beethoven's crib, parliament, city hall, museums, and some other cool stuff (including 4 Porsches). The ride over, "that'll be 95 euro." mentally,"What!!!!!!!!! No way, there is NO WAY I just took 180 USD carriage ride (Cinderella wouldn't have footed that bill (she would have to pawn both slippers)). We coughed it up and left with a new appreciation for the ability to miscommunicate so effectively.
We joined Aunt Kathy and Gary (Rachel and Gary head back after gelato) and searched for the right train. We bobbed and weaved, ducked and dived, jumped on, jumped off, stared, squinted, blinked, winked at every map and sign, asking, begging, pleading, (almost bribing) every person nearby who could say three english words to point us in a direction, any direction. Finally, right at closing time, we catch the last train to Fischamend, the nicest air-conditioned, clean train I've ever ridden. Relieved to death (almost pointless right?), until he came. The man Jonathan affectionate dubbed Blondie, came and asked to see our tickets, of the 5 of us none had the right tickets. Fearing a reenactment of the zeppelin scene in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, I offered money which he gladly accepted. We reach our destination, I pay 2.5 euro for a liter of water and get online to get my flight info for Chicago to NY.
A shower, some soccer, and dreams of America.
Monday, June 23, 2008
The Final Full Fond Farewell
Sunday, Vallia meets us (after eggs and bacon of course) and takes us by the school she teaches before church. It had been suggested yesterday that we might ride horses tomorrow, and she shwoed us the coral where we would ride later today. We made it to churhc in time to help a little with the preparation of the lunch we would be having afterwards. Jon and I were asked to act out a Bible story for the kids class, so we did. The story of Daniel and the Lions Den had its premeire with myself starring as the King with voice acting role as the lion and Jonathan as Daniel and the priest. The kids loved it Vicily and his mother came and the talk afterwards about trusting in God to take of us and bless us because of His awesome power resonated with the kids (the superb acting helped also (I actually got so caught up in character (during the lion sequence) that the adult group asked us to be quite (old people...). Anyway, Jon also talked about the importance of praying like Daniel did. We then had the kids introduce themselves and say their favorite animal. Some of the kids that had been really shy stepped up and talked; it was really neat to see. Afterwards we got lunch going, having set the tables, and served the plates. We fed around 45 people (kids are people too). After lunch the old guys went to the Men's Meeting (I didn't merit an invitation (and that's okay)). Spain vs. Italy 0-0 30 minutes. We played with the kids and Katie and Glib were there, Ira was also there. The little girls were crazy, they fixed my hair a few different times, had me pick them up, had them pick me up, play games, learn words, all kinds of stuff (kids are kids all over the world). We took the older kids afterwards to go ride with us. Riding wasn't as exciting as it may sound; it consisted of a lap around a small coral on a horse with an English saddle, being led at a walking pace (real powerful stuff), but it was fun for all of the group. We walked around downtown some laughing and joking, dancing (not very well) and talking. We then went to the first restaurant we ate at and had dinner with them. The old folks were supposed to meet us there but decided to go back to the shiska-bob place, so we finished our meal and said goodbye to Glib and Katie. We had dessert there and talked about the week. We told stories and laugh, shared compliments and encouragements, we took lots of pictures, and cut up for a while. We then said goodnight and made it back to our flat to think about packing and finish watching the soccer game. Last night in the Ukraine (I will miss it), tomorrow Vienna. Alfieterzein.
Shades of Blue
You know when you turn your alarm off in the morning and say, "I'm going to lay here for five more seconds." and then wake up thirty minutes later? Yeah, well today was that day, so I rushed the bacon (and burned it) and skipped the eggs. We met Jane and Vallia to go to the central market. The meat market was still there and opperating at full capacity, but this pass we made was a bit more thourough. I was looking for some shoes (with a European flare) and beach paraphanelia (shirt and pants). I found some sweet shoes, black leather with a long toe. The lady in the shop was very nice and helpful know 65 grievna off the price and throwing in two shoe tongues (???, got me), a box, and a bag. I found some pants, but the price and the fit never, well, fit, and speaking of fitting the dressing rooms are quite nice in that the shop venders who held the towel up were very nice. The shirt search was much the same, so I left quite satisfied with my personal purchase of shoes and nothing more; well, almost nothing more. Having watched me purchase the shoes, Jon set himself to find something as well. In passing a small booth with a number of hair care/alteration products. I saw a particular shade and immediately received a vision of Jon with such a tint. The agreement was made quicker than I could offer to buy it. We continued to search the cavernous stretches of booths but to no avail, no more purchase could be made without the pangs of regret creeping on. We then traveled to Old Helen's house for luch; there Tom, Jon, Rachel, Vallia, Nastia, and myself met Helen's grandaughter and great grandsons. We had a homemade cold, pink vegtable soup with beets, onions, and cabbage. There was also bread, poppyseed bread, and cherry dumplings. She had made a raspberry jam that morning that was delicious. After Helen's Jon, Rachel, Nastia, and I went on our own little adventure to Karl Marx avenue where there is a small stretch where artists and artisans sell some handmade crafts. I saw two items I considered purchasing if the price was right, but unfortunately neither was and the negotiations weren't going well. There was a hand-carved decorative pipe and a a hand carved, wooden mug. After Jon purchased a necklace, we elected to go back to our flat and do Jon's hair before church. We make it back without incident and Jon was able to tell the driver when to pull over (he has become very knowledgable of the layout of the city). We watched the Road to El Dorado in Russian and colored Jon's hair a gorgeous blue/black. We then went to church for movie night where we had popcorn, drinks, and watched Space Jam (that movie still gets to me). Afterwards Glib came with us (great kid) and we went to McDonald's (again, yeah, not happy). Now home, watching the futbol match of the evening: Russian vs. Netherlands, Russias up 1-0. I tell you who wins tomorrow. (internet still not working) Russia 3 to 1 in 2 set of extra minutes; very nice.
Land of the Free and Home of the Brave
New story today: just cereal. We met the group at a van stop near Vicily's house. Vicily is one of the youngest players at the camp; he is eight years old, can speak 3 or 4 languages, writes music, plays the piano, uses various computer software, paints, and plays basketball very well even though he is outsized.He always smiles and absolutely loves basketball. His mother is a painter and his father is a professional photographer. They showed us their beautiful home which they have remodeled to include large open living and woking spaces. They had numerous paintings and his father showed us a number of prints he had made. Vicily and I talked computers and movies, books and basketball. We had ice cream (yeah 11 am); then Vicily played some piano for us everything from Mozart to his own original work. He even sang one of the pieces as well. Jonathan showed off the song he knew how to play and Nastia played some of the pieces she knew. After Vicily's we went to one of the largest parks in Dnepropotrosk. We walked down to the beach enjoying the nice day. I haven't mentioned the weather yet, but it has been quite nice the whole trip certainly it got a little warm in the gym but that's to be expected. We've had rain at least every other day so it keeps the temperature down, but today was sunny with a nice breeze. We went to a Greek Orthodox church in near the park were one wedding was ending and another was beginning. I saw something that bothered me: there was a man standing outside the gates to the church with his hand out. what kind of churhc has beggars outside their doors. Shouldn't all of the beggars be inside? I saw two other brides that day as we were walking to the beach one in a photo shoot and another at a restaurant. The beaches were pretty nice and the water had about 5-8 foot visiblity, with a very inviting, non-radioactive feel.We walked further along and Tom wanted to find a place to sit back with the rest of the group, but Jon and I volunteered to press on with Greg (who wanted to explore the end of the point). It is on this walk that I first understood the misapplication of our song Star Spangled Banner, for this little stretch of beach is a little different than what we had seen so far. It a novel idea really, be natural in nature, but I think there is a reason God didn't not create natural man so old. I noticed one gentleman standing who appeared, from a distance to be wearing tan briefs, but at a closer range, well, I've never seen briefs so brief to the point of non-existance. Another gentlemen pointed us in the right direction, and the Saggy Bottom Boys were there as well; once we reached the end of the point and come to the conclusion that we would not cut our eyes out on the spot, we rejoined the group. We rode the ferris wheel there at the park and had chicken/pork and cheese sandwiches from the street vendor. We then met our van and picked up medicine and diapers for the children that the church sponsors at the orphanage. There are 100 kids at the orphange, but the church here helps provide for the 1 month to 3 year old group. We walked around and played with the kids for a very brief time. I got yelled at for almost taking a picture of some of the kids because (as I later found out when Ira came) that the kids weren't dressed presentably though I had already taken pictures of some of the other kids with no trouble. Could it be the dreaded-rich-American look I had going on with my long sleeve T and basketball shorts? Nah. Afterwards we went to church where we took the time in our class to introduce everyone and talk a little (trying to help them get to know each other better as a group). We then went to see Ira (not my interpreter) at her graduation; we met them outside told her congratulations and took some pictures. I learned a new word and will do my best to transliterate it: dzashishahushihsya. Croatia just scored the first goal of the game in extra minutes to go ahead of Turkey. yea. A sweet cross to a backdoor header. The word means "those who defend" Turkey just scored, squeezing a kick between two defenders and putting it into the corner.Then went to McDonald's, had the 9 nuggets, fries, and McFlurry with an iceless Fanta. Very American tasting. Back at the flat watching the game and listening to Jonathan snore just like every other night, all is right on this side of the world (or at least as it's been in the past). Shoot out time: Croatia first, miss wide right. Turkey, goal low and left. Croatia, goal misdirection right. Turkey, goal misdirection left. Croatia, wide left. Turkey, goal blip right. Croatia, shot right blocked by the goalie. Game over, for some reason the internet is not working (typing courtesy of Notepad), so sorry to those who read daily, I know there is quite a following, but I will see if it is up in the morning you can check around midnight to see.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
The Day the Music Cried
Last day of camp; power up with the usual breakfast while pumping some tunes (not toons). We got to the gym and I was asked to give a little devotional/pep talk/bit of encouragement. I told everyone to pour it out today, don't hold back any enthusiasm because these kids deserve all that we can give them. The little guys were wonderful again having so much fun while being more competitive than they've been all week. We handed out ribbons and medals to the top three players in each of the various events. It was great to watch the kids receive the awards (I couldn't have cared less about ever receiving any of that type of stuff), but they absolutely loved it. The older groups was much the same: having lots of fun and being very competitive. The camera crew came back and the reporter asked for my email and said she will send me a link to the news report they aired last night. The guys named Stas (or Ctac if you prefer Russian) that gave me the necklace gave me a small broom today that was decorated with stones and shells and a picture. He had made it for me and it is to be hung in my house to keep evil away (pagan tradition); it means a lot to me though and I told him that I appreciate him very much; in return I gave him my headband to wear. He then had me sign a hundred dollar bill (copy). Many of the other kids also had us sign their camp shirts. We received two gifts from the college. One pen with a piece of flare, and an informative booklet about the college, and a picture frame. We took lots of pictures with the kids afterwards. The coach came up to me and thanked me for coming and said he would love to have me on the team but that foreigner could only play in the super leagues in the Ukraine (I might consider a basketball comeback tour in Europe (just to see if I still got it (or if I can find it)).
The Badminton Guru had hand crafted some shuttlecocks with real goose feathers, one for each of us so I received mine today. We packed everything up and went to the flat to shower before going to the church for tonight's session. We left and made it without any elevator trouble. It was my turn to speak tonight to the young guys and we had twenty or so there again (it has been a real encouragement to see these same kids every night with most from camp). I told them why I chose Christianity over any other belief using the story about Jesus fixing breakfast for the disciples.
After church we went to a nice restaurant for shish-kabobs. I could have gone with pork, beef, chicken, or various types of veg-kabobs, but the beef brains really sounded good with the pork cutlet salad. The waiter actually came back to make sure that I knew I had ordered brains, and I said yes (the menu was in English and I read English pretty well). The salad was good and I ate the tomatoes and the mushrooms (big step for the tomatoes but they were actually pretty good tonight); I tried some of Aunt Kathy's lamb-kabob, and shrooms, but at long last my brains came out. The first bite left a bit to be desired because it was a little soupy. The outer ring of brain was better because it was a little firmer (think scrambled egg texture), but the flavor wasn't all that bad, it came with lemon, lettuce, tomatoes, and onions. Rachel tried some of the brains and didn't care too much for it, but I can't say that I would order it again.
I have been feeling pretty down since camp ended for a number of reasons and no reason in particular beyond the fact that I cannot sustain happiness (especially like that at the camp). I took a swing in the other direction. I know I won't see many of those kids ever again, and thinking about the kids and the opportunities they will have when compared with those I will have, and about the sad moral and religious situation of the Ukraine (not to mention the religious situation in the States) is more than enough to ask my tears to leave my eyes. My heart is still very heavy, though my body is not overly tired. I haven't had much time alone to process the stuff I've been experiencing, so it has built up quite a bit. We're back in the flat now, Jon safely asleep (just like every other time I've reached the end of the day's article), with some plans for tomorrow (and others that I am sure I haven't been told). Germany beat Portugal today 3-2 if anyone over their cares.
The Badminton Guru had hand crafted some shuttlecocks with real goose feathers, one for each of us so I received mine today. We packed everything up and went to the flat to shower before going to the church for tonight's session. We left and made it without any elevator trouble. It was my turn to speak tonight to the young guys and we had twenty or so there again (it has been a real encouragement to see these same kids every night with most from camp). I told them why I chose Christianity over any other belief using the story about Jesus fixing breakfast for the disciples.
After church we went to a nice restaurant for shish-kabobs. I could have gone with pork, beef, chicken, or various types of veg-kabobs, but the beef brains really sounded good with the pork cutlet salad. The waiter actually came back to make sure that I knew I had ordered brains, and I said yes (the menu was in English and I read English pretty well). The salad was good and I ate the tomatoes and the mushrooms (big step for the tomatoes but they were actually pretty good tonight); I tried some of Aunt Kathy's lamb-kabob, and shrooms, but at long last my brains came out. The first bite left a bit to be desired because it was a little soupy. The outer ring of brain was better because it was a little firmer (think scrambled egg texture), but the flavor wasn't all that bad, it came with lemon, lettuce, tomatoes, and onions. Rachel tried some of the brains and didn't care too much for it, but I can't say that I would order it again.
I have been feeling pretty down since camp ended for a number of reasons and no reason in particular beyond the fact that I cannot sustain happiness (especially like that at the camp). I took a swing in the other direction. I know I won't see many of those kids ever again, and thinking about the kids and the opportunities they will have when compared with those I will have, and about the sad moral and religious situation of the Ukraine (not to mention the religious situation in the States) is more than enough to ask my tears to leave my eyes. My heart is still very heavy, though my body is not overly tired. I haven't had much time alone to process the stuff I've been experiencing, so it has built up quite a bit. We're back in the flat now, Jon safely asleep (just like every other time I've reached the end of the day's article), with some plans for tomorrow (and others that I am sure I haven't been told). Germany beat Portugal today 3-2 if anyone over their cares.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Getting Shafted
Morning... yeah, little late today, not much kick left in my glass. The kids had their moments both positive and negative today. I yelled at one kid today (older kid with a good foundation on fundamentals, he's just lazy) that my grandma played better defense than he did (trust me, the situation merited such a comment (if Marty (my high school basketball coach) would a have gotten a hold of him there would be much left)). The interesting thing was that phrase didn't require a translation; he knew exactly what I said the second I said (though it really didn't make a lasting impact on his effort, unfortunately). However it was really nice to have a lot of the kids approach me to greet me during the beginning camp. I took my camera and made a few shots today (nothing special). Ira found out she must must make a presentation on Monday in order to graduate, totally unexpected, and it really shook her up quite a bit, but she hung in there all day, being very positive, patient, and forever helpful. As camp was ending with the older kids a most memorable experience occurred, one of the older players approached Ira and asked her to translate for him. He handed me a necklace that has a dog-tag, bullet, and cross on it. He said that his grandfather gave it to him and that it has brought him luck. He said he wanted me to have it. I didn't really know what to say no one has ever given me anything like that before, but I told him I was honored; he told me it's to help me remember Dneproptrosk and to come back next year. He then gave me at least four hugs. Special things have happened every day and each with increasing gravity. It was a blessing to look that kid in the eye and see true admiration and appreciation, true, tangible evidence of the impact we are having in lives of these kids.
We let out a few minutes early and Jon and I examined a few of the older kids shots and gave some pointers and other shooting drills they could do to improve it. Also yesterday (an eventful day) the coach came over to me while I was overseeing a drill and told me a girl wanted to talk to me, so since the coach told me I figured it was some one he knew or someone he would like me to talk to, but she was one of the students from the school who just wanted to talk. We talked for a few minutes, and then went back to the drill but today afterwards she brought all of the coaches a Red Bull and as she handed them out a guy that was with her took our picture quite discretely. I don't know if it was promotionally motivated or not. No basketball with the pros or further badminton lessons today we rode back to the flat to shower before the church meeting.
Jon and I are running not late but close (too close for the old guys) and so we hurry and get on the elevator (just like normal) and have 5 minutes to get to the corner to meet Jane. On the way down Tom thinks it would be fun to run a little experiment (because he had heard about others jumping on the elevator), and so doesn't actually leave the floor but shifts his weight in such a way that simulates the jumping motion, I will confess that I joined him ever so slightly, but it was enough to stop the elevator somewhere close to the 2nd floor. So Jon, Greg, Tom, and I are stuck in an unairconditioned elevator without a translator. We push the bell button and here the attendant downstairs yelling up at us (she's a little old lady), and of course she is yelling in Russian, so we also yell but in English effective getting nowhere. The events that follow are not in chronological order but were done to pass the time: unwrapping gum, standing, saving gum from hitting the floor (Jon went for the knock-down), hazing Tom, putting gum in my mouth, singing America the Beautiful, chewing gum, singing Hey Jude, watching hopelessly as the gum falls out of my mouth before the first bubble could be blown, singing other church related songs, pick gum up off the floor contemplating whether to attempt reentry or not but finding a hair on it negating all possibilities of continued mastication, listening to the other elevator operating properly, putting the hairy gum back in the wrapper, pushing the buttons on the elevator, shifting weight, trying all possible escape routes, looking at what appeared to be blood on the ceiling tile in the corner, and sweating (so much for showers). The Greg says that Jane will come for us. It was in this moment I knew we would be saved. After 35+ minutes we hear Jane's voice calling up, "Boys are you okay." to which we enthusiastically responds, "Yes, Save US!!!!" They reset the elevator a couple of times and finally got us moving down at an appropriate speed.
The way the attendant was yelling earlier I thought we were in trouble and that she was mad, but when we came out she had a big smile on her face and told us that she was so worried and glad that we were safe. She also told us that she loved our singing and that it was a miracle from God that we made it out. We told her thank you and went outside. One of Jane's old students had given her a ride there and was going to give us a ride to church. She had a three seat row for the four of us men. Yep, you guessed it I got to be little brother and sit on Jon's lap. We are stopped at a light behind 7 cars and she pulls out onto the railcar road and goes by all of the other cars. She pulled out in front of a few other people took some back pot holes (more hole than road) to the church.
We arrived safely and were actually there before Rachel and Steve. Class was good Gregg presided in our class with the kids of which there was about 20. We stayed and talked a bit (always taking more pictures with the kids). We then went to the mall and ate dinner at a restaurant there recounting our adventures to the rest of the group with more smiles and laughter than I've had in a long time. We bought some more milk bags, and are know prepared to sleep, hoping and praying for the strength to make a lasting impact on these kids on their last day of camp.
We let out a few minutes early and Jon and I examined a few of the older kids shots and gave some pointers and other shooting drills they could do to improve it. Also yesterday (an eventful day) the coach came over to me while I was overseeing a drill and told me a girl wanted to talk to me, so since the coach told me I figured it was some one he knew or someone he would like me to talk to, but she was one of the students from the school who just wanted to talk. We talked for a few minutes, and then went back to the drill but today afterwards she brought all of the coaches a Red Bull and as she handed them out a guy that was with her took our picture quite discretely. I don't know if it was promotionally motivated or not. No basketball with the pros or further badminton lessons today we rode back to the flat to shower before the church meeting.
Jon and I are running not late but close (too close for the old guys) and so we hurry and get on the elevator (just like normal) and have 5 minutes to get to the corner to meet Jane. On the way down Tom thinks it would be fun to run a little experiment (because he had heard about others jumping on the elevator), and so doesn't actually leave the floor but shifts his weight in such a way that simulates the jumping motion, I will confess that I joined him ever so slightly, but it was enough to stop the elevator somewhere close to the 2nd floor. So Jon, Greg, Tom, and I are stuck in an unairconditioned elevator without a translator. We push the bell button and here the attendant downstairs yelling up at us (she's a little old lady), and of course she is yelling in Russian, so we also yell but in English effective getting nowhere. The events that follow are not in chronological order but were done to pass the time: unwrapping gum, standing, saving gum from hitting the floor (Jon went for the knock-down), hazing Tom, putting gum in my mouth, singing America the Beautiful, chewing gum, singing Hey Jude, watching hopelessly as the gum falls out of my mouth before the first bubble could be blown, singing other church related songs, pick gum up off the floor contemplating whether to attempt reentry or not but finding a hair on it negating all possibilities of continued mastication, listening to the other elevator operating properly, putting the hairy gum back in the wrapper, pushing the buttons on the elevator, shifting weight, trying all possible escape routes, looking at what appeared to be blood on the ceiling tile in the corner, and sweating (so much for showers). The Greg says that Jane will come for us. It was in this moment I knew we would be saved. After 35+ minutes we hear Jane's voice calling up, "Boys are you okay." to which we enthusiastically responds, "Yes, Save US!!!!" They reset the elevator a couple of times and finally got us moving down at an appropriate speed.
The way the attendant was yelling earlier I thought we were in trouble and that she was mad, but when we came out she had a big smile on her face and told us that she was so worried and glad that we were safe. She also told us that she loved our singing and that it was a miracle from God that we made it out. We told her thank you and went outside. One of Jane's old students had given her a ride there and was going to give us a ride to church. She had a three seat row for the four of us men. Yep, you guessed it I got to be little brother and sit on Jon's lap. We are stopped at a light behind 7 cars and she pulls out onto the railcar road and goes by all of the other cars. She pulled out in front of a few other people took some back pot holes (more hole than road) to the church.
We arrived safely and were actually there before Rachel and Steve. Class was good Gregg presided in our class with the kids of which there was about 20. We stayed and talked a bit (always taking more pictures with the kids). We then went to the mall and ate dinner at a restaurant there recounting our adventures to the rest of the group with more smiles and laughter than I've had in a long time. We bought some more milk bags, and are know prepared to sleep, hoping and praying for the strength to make a lasting impact on these kids on their last day of camp.
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