I traveled from Wisconsin to Russia. and traveled north with a family I was staying with to have a cookout at their dacha. I felt like I was a million miles from home. An interpreter was arranged for me, a young university student. Come to find out, he had not only been in Wisconsin 2 weeks prior, he had been in my small town and had eaten at the fast food place directly across the street from the pharmacy I worked at. A coincidence, but it also proved to me what a small world it is!
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