29/11

It has been a while since I wrote, its been a hecktic week. Finals are coming up and all of us are just trying to survive. I had a bit of a bipolar week. While my acting is going really well and I feel like I'm really getting some where in my class I had a really hard event happen this week.
On Wednesday I went to get out money and I couldn't find my bank card. I came home and looked on line and found out it had been stolen on Monday and I had lost $660. We figured out that it was most likely either while I was in class from the american studio or while I was in the dorm in someone elses room. I called my bank and hopefully the money will be replaced, the hard thing is that it was most likely another student american or russian because they are the only people who have access to those spaces. I also am without money because my bank can't send me a card in russia so I have to figure out how to wire money, which I am working on. Hopefully everything will work out.
Thankgiving on the other hand was really fun. My friends Kenya, Lizzie and I started cooking at 12:30 and cooked until 6:30. We cooked meat and mash potatoes for 50 people. Turkeys aren't available in Russia except from the US Embassy and we are poor college students we can't afford that. But we had a magnificent roast and Kenya being from the south made fried chicken which was unbelievable. I made the mash potatoes and apple crisp (thanks Libby!). Everyone else brought salads and side dishes. We had wine and apple cidar and all sat and talked and were together. Even Tolya came. He made a beautiful toast to our freedom as a country and our freedom as people, every time he speaks he amaze me at the depth of his passion.
Friday night was very emotionally charged for me. We saw a play called "the Pillowman" it was literally brilliant but it was one of the most horrific moments of my life. The acting was brilliant even in Russian it translated completley. The story of the play is hard in itself; an author who writes murder stories about children and all the stories are coming true and they suspect him. He has a younger disabled brother who they are holding to get answers out him. You find out the brother is disabled because he was tortured by their parents as a child for an experiment. the play contiues torture, brutal, muders and death, I don't want to give a way what happens but it something that everyone should see, but it shook me to my core. It was amazing theater, one of my favorite pieces ever; I loved it and wanted to run out of the theater. It is exactly what I think theater should do.
Time is slowly slipping through my fingers and I'm trying to get as much done as I can with the little time I have left. I love you all and will be home soon,
Love
Kirsten