A HISTORY LESSON#30

MOSCOW, RUSSIA.

I laid back lazily on my seat after the pilot announced we would land in ten minutes. We had even landed yet, but I already felt how cold Moscow was. I could see my breath and the snow falling heavily through the window. This was going to be a long journey.

The plane landed gently on the runway and stopped as it arrived at the airport. I got our luggage and went down the stairs. It was snowing heavily. The only thing covering me heavily was the black denim jacket I wore, and considering how cold it was, people would soon start staring at me, wondering why I wasn't shivering in the cold weather.

I walked with Solomon to the arrivals building and went through the routine check. When they realized we were clean, they let us go. We hired a cab, and Solomon spoke to the driver, telling him where we were headed.

"Ah, Americans," the cab driver spoke, his Russian accent intruding on his English.

"Yes, how did you know?" Solomon asked.

"I speak three other languages; E