Voices from the past...

Speak to me in countless ways.

Today I had dinner with 4 of the women I worked with for those 2 years in our posh office on Byelorusskaya (how can any western company hope to establish itself without "A" class office space?). It was extaordinary--Anyuta with her everlasting good humor and pragmatism, retaining her deprecatory confidence in spite of what can only be called a STELLAR rise through the ranks of corporate "america (albeit inside MKAD)," Natasha, fierce, sweet and kind, Ksenia (Ksyusha, for you russian speakers) with her passion and intellect, and finally, ANNA, who if she weren't the big boss could honestly be a SUPERMODEL--the chronic, niggling ache of missed friends was immediately eclipsed by the happiness of reunion--hugs, half-russian, half-english babblings, and shared emotions. "Is Tatiana still....? NO WAY! You didn't marry after all? Oh not YET!! yes, i like it but its no NUSKIN! You are kidding--pajamas with the logo on stage? Ridiculous!" all accompanied by laughing, bemoaning, shrieking and every other kind of emotional display possible. I'm sure the servers thought we were insane. But we even laughed at that. I miss those girls.