12/11/2019
Continued...First day in Moscow.
The metro doors are lethal on a windy day. It needs a strong shoulder charge to get them open. If you’re closely following, you can even be knocked off your feet. These are nothing, though, compared to the obliteration from the Russian Babushka next.
I was met with a stone cold face. An elderly cashier sat staring blankly through me. It was clear she didn’t want to be there. I plucked up the courage and said as quick as I could ‘Ya hachu billet’.
The words had no effect.
I tried again and again with various intonation to no avail. After the 10th time of saying this phrase and dripping with sweat, she burst, furiously shouting at me, forming a dark mist behind the glass window.
I was bewildered and upset. So i turned to the ever-growing line behind me and squealed ‘help’. Yet no one stepped forward. I turned and helplessly mouthed ‘ya hachu billet’ again, but the shouting didn’t stop.
I had already turned an albino shade of pale.
She jotted something down and slid it to me under the counter. I stared at it, but couldn’t work out any of the hieroglyphs. I just looked at it - like a little boy looks at the wall when in trouble - not really thinking about anything, but hoping the kerfuffle dies down by itself.
I turned and noticed a formal looking man sitting in a glass box next to the turnstiles. I ran over to the box and plastered the piece of paper against it so he could read my new lifeline. But he pointed to the exit. And i exited.
I got home and put the kettle on. I called the main office and told them that I couldn’t come to work because it was impossible to buy a ticket.
‘Just give them money’, they informed me with the tone of voice like - ‘blin, s kem mi rabotaem? On zhe durak.’
I perked up a bit and went back for round two. The same woman sat there. This time i had 50 roubles. Surprised, she hesitated, before sliding willy-wonkas-metro-golden ticket back to me. I ran faster than any teacher leaving school in May.
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The problem only came to me a few years later when i retold this story.
*Note to foreigners learning Russian. If you say ‘Billet’ too quickly, you end up with a very bad swear word...