Sorry if that last post was kind of boring. I didn't get to go to the Gorky house-museum because it is closed on Tuesdays. I also stopped by the Gogol Memorial Rooms, the house Gogol died in, and it looked exactly the same as it did two summers ago when I tried to go: closed for repairs, with a whole gaggle of carpenter- and painter-looking guys hanging out in the courtyard not really repairing anything. Except now they have a folding card table with a bunch of food piled on it, from which they were snacking. I think this will further slow repairs.
Now I am on my way to the train station, to the airport, to Kazan! With 28 identical cell phones for the ducklings (+ one for me) in tow, still in their boxes, stuffed into every formerly empty nook and cranny of my luggage and carry-on. (My Moscow boss gave them to me packing-taped together as a big cube o' cell-phones-in-boxes, which was an interesting and aesthetically pleasing idea, but that wasn't going to make it onto the plane with me.) If the security people at the airport notice, I bet they are going to be very curious. Good thing I know how to say, "I swear to God it's not contraband."
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