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АБАлександр Борисовtdr241 · 7 déc. 2019Lire

Take an immersion heater with you! I remember listening to the advice of my elders and taking porridge, tea, Doshirak, and instant mashed potatoes with me to the USA. My plan to save money didn't work. I needed boiling water. In the USA, it's convenient that any instant food can be heated in the microwave. But I didn't want that. I had this idea in my head that boiling water in a microwave is harmful. I still don't know if that's true or not, but the thought stuck. I started looking for an electric kettle and ran into a big problem. They don't exist in the USA. There are expensive coffee machines, and in more specialized stores, you can find kettles for heating on gas stoves. That's it. I won't forget how I went to about 15 stores, and to my standard question about whether they had a kettle, I would see a wide smile and a surprised look from the consultant. On eBay or Amazon, kettles were also a rarity and cost quite a lot. In short, I ended up without a kettle for the whole summer, but the following year I took an immersion heater with me with the proud inscription "Made in the USSR". Please, don't repeat my mistakes. Good luck!

КСКамиль Сайдашевkamil89 · 26 mars 2010Lire

"What is funny cannot be dangerous." - Voltaire Before an interview, you should try to stay composed and calm) I think the best way to calm down is a little humor. Here you can find some jokes about America and Americans) * Job interview. An American (A) who speaks Russian asks a girl (G): (A) What did you graduate from? (G) Law school. (A) F*ck me?! * - Mr. Bush, do you have proof that Iraq possesses weapons of mass destruction? - Yes, we kept the receipts. * Columbus, damn you! Why should Serbs suffer because of your curiosity? * For the sake of political correctness in the USA, in chess and checkers, black is now allowed to move first. * - Why are all your apples bitten? - Those are American, the Apple variety... * In an American bakery: - I'd like a loaf of bread and half a black one! Sorry, half an Afro-loaf! * - Why do you dislike Americans so much? - Just imagining that they don't have to switch their keyboard layout... * - What is the most powerful American chemical weapon? - McDonald's. * Two friends meet: - Americans are perverts! They have sex with the lights on. - Why perverts? My wife and I tried it - it's great! Try it yourself - you'll like it! Two weeks later: - Well, did you try it? - Yes! It's just super! My wife likes it, and what a blast for the kids! * In an American school, a Russian immigrant teaches Russian. John to the teacher: - How do you write "My cop" in Russian? - The same way, just as one word. * The secret of the American smile is hamburgers. You have to have a huge mouth to bite them! * Boss gathers his employees: - I'm afraid I have to fire one of you... Black employee: - You can't fire me - that's racial discrimination! Woman: - Me neither - that's gender oppression! Older worker: - Just try to fire me! That's age discrimination! Everyone looks at the young worker. He sighs: - Hmm... I think I'm gay... =))

АСАлеся Селезневаforkgalaxy · 13 nov. 2009Lire

We grabbed a bite at some floor with some pastry (the coffee, surprisingly, was decent) and headed out for our second day in New York. Without wasting time, we ran to the nearest stop for our sightseeing buses. We hopped on first: for some reason, there were no other takers yet. We intended to go to the Empire first! However, it took us about 1.5 hours to get there! Even though we could have walked it in about 20 minutes... It turned out that some big shots from the UN had arrived in the center, and with Manhattan's already heavy traffic, things went from bad to worse. Still, annoyed that we had lost so much precious time, we ran into the Empire... We were quickly issued tickets at one of the counters (at least we didn't have to stand in huge lines) and we headed up. I don't know why, but we had to go through idiotic mazes of ribbon barriers before getting to the elevator. No, it's not an elevator. It's some kind of miracle. It goes up to the 86th floor in the same time it takes me to get to work on the 4th floor every day (or even less). It's pointless to describe the sensations while looking through the grate on the observation deck. What new things could you learn from me? Next stop - World Trade Center. My hair stands on end just thinking about what happened there. I was in 8th grade then, and the only thing I said when I saw it on the news was: "They blew them up on purpose! Look at the explosions from the base of each twin! Are you all so stupid that you don't see it? They would never have collapsed on their own, even if you stuffed 10 planes into them!". The next day at school, passions and arguments were raging, versions, opinions... but everyone was unanimous on one thing: everyone mourned the innocently killed Americans. And back then, a year ago, I watched the cosmic scale of the new construction with fascination. Why did they need this? Couldn't they come up with anything else to invade poor Iraq? After walking around the construction site, we walked to Battery Park. We thought our water taxi to the Statue of Liberty left from there. But what was our surprise when, after standing in several lines, we found out that our stop was not here at all! We rushed along the shore towards the Brooklyn Bridge, meeting real old ships moored along the way (they seem to have been turned into restaurants now). We arrived at the right place around 3 o'clock. Seeing a line, we decided it was for the statue. We got on a small boat to the second deck and impatiently waited to see HER. But... instead of turning towards the coveted goal, the boat turns sharply left towards Brooklyn!! Stunned, we find out that this is the Brooklyn water taxi. I'm almost howling. Will we really never see her? But soon we return to the same place and finally find the right line. Yes, she is not the giantess we are used to seeing in movies. But she is a state symbol, a person of universal respect, love, and unity for Americans. When we got close, they blasted Frank Sinatra's "New York..." in the wheelhouse. I was thrilled *) When the song ended, we sailed to the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges. They are gorgeous... The first one delights with its grace, lightness, patterns... You immediately want to be next to V.V. Mayakovsky, huge and loud, like the bridge itself, saying: "The Brooklyn Bridge - that's a thing!"... It's not just a thing, it's a work of many arts, without which it is impossible to imagine NY. When we returned to the place, it was already starting to get dark. We drove "home" to the center for a long time (again, because of the hated traffic jams). Fatigue and exhaustion had taken over our bodies and minds so much that the planned trip to Central Park had to be canceled. Wild pains in the head and stomach. We threw Big Macs into our stomachs. Coffee. We walked around clothing stores in the area. Meaningless expensiveness, a swarm of buzzing people around. It seemed like all the people of the world had gathered on the street, moving and talking

ККириллstriklend · 1 nov. 2009Lire

Myrtle Beach is the main city in northern South Carolina. It's a kind of local family tourism hub (meaning, for the neighboring states). The city is like a Kinder Surprise, i.e., it also consists of 6 parts at most:) After we found housing—in one day (unfurnished, but with a washer, dishwasher, dryer, huge fridge, internet, etc.—that's where we lived all summer), and went to get our Social Security numbers, 2 weeks passed in unsuccessful, at first fun, then tired, then angry and envious job hunting) By May 20th, Myrtle is already full of our people and Ukrainians, especially the latter, apparently their exams are a bit earlier. When we finally got jobs (which is great, all three of us in one place), and someone even found a second one, the usual routine began. I don't know if it's just us or not, but the days went by one after another, replacing each other so quickly that we didn't even have time to remember them by date. Everyone had days off at different times, so we only gathered together around 12 AM after work, and the next morning someone had to be in by 9... But Myrtle was memorable for: 1) A Vietnam veteran living downstairs who, to escape overwhelming memories, would blast heavy rock at night and mow the grass with a machete he forged himself. 2) Mexican neighbors who didn't understand a word of English but would shout "MMMM, chikkka)))" at the girls. 3) A guy killed in front of our house, 5 minutes after we had walked past that spot. 4) Two night visits from the police, who suspected us (or rather me) of pimping and attempted murder. 5) A careless, friendly "What's up, nigga?))" said to a Black guy. 6) A trip to Columbia (the state capital), when a tire went flat exactly halfway there. 7) Our best friend there, a Marine, who was also: - A sniper with -7 vision, who shot in Iraq ONLY with our Mosin rifle and gave us a '46 cartridge, which we later smuggled across the border, only to find out later that it's up to 15 years in prison for "possession of ammunition." - A Mason. - Had been to jail twice for defending women. - The owner of an awesome Harley. - Knew sign language. - And so on and so forth)) 8) Buying a car, when, while choosing a ride, we stumbled upon a super specimen without any seats except the driver's, splattered with paint inside and out because it was a painter's former car, with wire instead of a handbrake and consuming 1L of gas per kilometer))) It cost $2000, by the way. I still don't understand why I didn't buy it))) And a bunch of other things... However, for the last 2 weeks, we couldn't wait for the first day of our trip to arrive. Moreover, because we had to be in Myrtle on August 30th for a work bonus, we had to split the trip into 2 parts. And on the 25th, we desperately wanted to be at Cape Canaveral, as NASA was launching one of the last shuttles in history))

ЭКЭкономист, Кризис, США или Джамшут в Америкеguest_15638 · 21 sept. 2009Lire

Day 64 I called the boss, he said, "Rest up, Vanka, you'll be back on Monday." I was happy because my back was killing me after 2 days of that kind of work. Nikita and Parvis went to the beach, but I just felt like lying down. I lay around, sat on the porch, went into town, walked around, and came back. Since the day was monotonous, I'll tell you about our roommates, since I promised and hadn't told you anything yet. Let's start with the apartment owner, Yura, 40 years old. 10 years ago he won a green card and moved here to live and work. He’s a history teacher by education, which is obvious from his 3-hour lectures. I'll try to take a photo of him, but for now, I'll describe him: big dark circles under his eyes, it gets scary sometimes if you see him in the evening without the lights on. He wears interesting glasses without temples; they are on a rubber band, meaning when he doesn't wear them on his nose, he wears them on the side of his head. When I saw that for the first time, I could barely hold back my laughter. Here are a few typical phrases from him: "W-w-w-w-w-what?" He doesn't stutter, it just sounds like that when he says WHAT! "W-w-w-w-w-what did you hear?" "Where?" "Well, in general?" "Can you hear the music?" He realizes I won't talk to him and leaves. You can also hear: "Tomorrow the weather is nice, we should go to the beach, but then again..." "Need to cook borscht, but then again..." "Tomorrow I'll go to work, but then again..." "Need to go get groceries, but then again..." and a bunch of other examples. This is his favorite phrase; he plans something and then "But then again..." and goes to his room to drink. Also, he doesn't know how to listen, he only likes to talk, and he repeats everything several times and gets indignant when we say, "You already told us that." Here is a typical dialogue with him: "I was at the beach today, it's great there and the water is very warm." "I see." "So, you know what's interesting? The water was warm." Silence. "The thing is, it seems like it's not really summer, but the water is warm." Dead silence, Nikita coughed. "I was just there a week ago, it was cold, but this time the water was warm." For fun, I mimic one of his phrases: "So you're saying the water was warm?" "Well, yes, it's very strange, the water was very warm." Nikita went to the room to laugh, I also found it funny, but he doesn't pay attention and continues to lecture about how good it was there. Another favorite phrase: "So you're saying..." You tell him something half an hour ago, he comes out of the room and says, "So you're saying..." You don't even need to answer him, he'll just go back to the room. For example, when I arrived with my laptop, he asked me, "How much did you get it for?" "300 dollars." "I see." He leaves, returns about half an hour later: "So you're saying 300 dollars," and leaves. This can happen several times a day. He has no wife and never had one, no kids either. He served in the construction battalion where he was bullied, and you can tell by him that he's somehow skittish. In general, that's Yura for you. Now the next one, the well-known Tajik Parvis, born in Dushanbe, believes that Tajikistan is currently a pornography of politics. He has political asylum here because he shot at his own people in a local conflict, although that's also unknown. The thing is, he lies constantly and doesn't even notice it himself. And also, in his eyes, you are complete garbage; everything you have, he already had, and 100 times worse or better, depending on the situation. He said he fought in Chechnya, Afghanistan, Iraq, Dushanbe—in short, he named a bunch of places. He said he is personally acquainted with the Pope, says half of Brooklyn knows him, in short, he twists the whole world on his censorship. Here's an example: "We went to the cinema in Manhattan yesterday, the biggest one in New York." "You went to the wrong place, that's all garbage, the biggest one is here in Brooklyn, why didn't you ask m

TATogzhan Amankeldib2ab27 · 9 janv. 2023Lire

Hello everyone! My name is Togzhan Amankeldy. I am 21 years old now. I don't have a particularly interesting story about student exchange programs, but I will tell you how I entered a foreign university after graduating from school. Since childhood, I dreamed of studying abroad and traveling to different countries. After finishing school at 17, having discussed it with my mother and made a decision, I enrolled in Sakarya University in Turkey. Initially, it was incredibly scary for a 17-year-old girl to go abroad alone without her parents. But now, at 21, I realize that the decision to go study abroad was one of the most correct and important ones in my life, which ultimately taught me to be patient, helped expand my knowledge, meet people of different cultures, and gain invaluable experience in student life and my future adult life. November 2018 was my first year, my first experience in Turkey; it was my Foundation year. I studied Turkish at a language school to later pursue my education at my university. The language school was called Tomer, and only foreigners studied there. As a 17-year-old girl, everything was interesting to me; I learned about so many different cultures and nations from Africa, Europe, Central Asia, and East Asia. And in that language school, without even knowing it, I made friends with someone who opened America to me. His name is Adel; he is Turkish by nationality but was born and lives in Canada. At the beginning of our acquaintance, Adel and I didn't know which country each of us came from. At first, we had casual conversations, which eventually grew into friendship. Our close-knit group consisted of me, a girl from Kazakhstan, and friends from Albania, Iraq, and Canada. It was incredibly interesting for us to be together, as we learned something new about each other every day: what they eat in our countries, what the strangest dishes and drinks are, what the most beautiful places to visit are, etc. The most frustrating thing was that almost 80% of my acquaintances knew nothing about my country, let alone where Kazakhstan is located. This, of course, put me in an awkward position, but every time, I told them about my Motherland with interest. One day, Adel suggested we meet at a cafe to eat and have coffee, and I, of course, gladly agreed. During the meeting, Adel often talked about how his parents wanted him to learn Turkish. I was terribly curious to find out for what purpose his parents wanted this so much. As it turned out later, I learned that Adel was Turkish by nationality, which shocked me, but thanks to this unexpected fact, we had a long conversation. He talked a lot about life in Canada and America, mentioned what interesting dishes and products they have, how they live there, and periodically compared the two countries; sometimes I talked about Kazakhstan and compared the countries as well. There was even an incident when I decided to invite my friends to dinner and gave them the opportunity to try our national dishes—a meat dish called Et tamak, a fermented milk product called kurt, our domestic "Kazakhstan" chocolate, and other local products. Of course, my friends were somewhat surprised that we eat horse meat. Oh, we all laughed so much. Like any young people, my friends and I often said, "Well, in our country it's like this, but in Turkey, it's different," and everyone laughed at our comparisons, as we understood that every country has its own mentality, traditions, rules, pros, and cons. In short, the 9-10 months of study at the language school flew by in a flash. We received our certificates, and it was time to part ways. Adel flew to Canada, and I stayed in Turkey to continue my studies in a bachelor's program. Recalling and writing my story, I realize how full of enthusiasm and energy we were, how we strived for everything new, and how our whole close-knit group dreamed. Perhaps you are wondering why I am talking about this in the past tense?! You know, when a person gets older,

TATogzhan Amankeldib2ab27 · 9 janv. 2023Lire

Hello everyone! My name is Togzhan Amankeldy. I am 21 years old now. I don't have an interesting story about student exchange programs, but I will tell you how I enrolled in a foreign university after finishing school. Since childhood I had a dream to study abroad, to travel to different countries. After finishing school at 17, after discussing with my mother and making the decision, I enrolled in Turkey, at Sakarya University. At first it was insanely scary for a 17-year-old girl to go alone to study abroad without her parents accompanying her. But now, when I am already 21, I understand that the decision to go study abroad was one of the right and most important in my life, which ultimately taught me to be patient, helped expand my knowledge, meet people of different cultures, and gain extremely important broad experience in student life and in later adult life. The year 2018, it was November, my first year, my first experience in Turkey, it was the Foundation year. I studied Turkish at a language school in order to later receive education at my university. The language school was called Tomer, only foreigners studied there. As a 17-year-old girl everything was interesting to me; I learned about so many different cultures and so many different nationalities from countries of Africa and Europe, Central Asia, and East Asia. And in this language school I, without knowing it myself, befriended a person who opened America to me. His name is Adel; by nationality he is Turkish, but he was born and lives in Canada. At the beginning of our acquaintance, Adel and I did not know who had arrived from which country. At first we had ordinary communication, which in the end grew into friendship. Our friendly group consisted of me, a girl from Kazakhstan, and friends from Albania, Iraq and Canada. We were immensely interested together, because we learned something new about each other every day: what people eat in our countries, what the strangest dishes and drinks are, what the most beautiful places to visit are, etc. The most upsetting thing was that almost 80% of my acquaintances knew nothing about my country, let alone where Kazakhstan is located. This, of course, put me in an awkward position, but each time I told them about my homeland with interest. One day Adel suggested we meet at a cafe, eat, drink coffee, and I of course gladly agreed. During the meeting Adel often said how his parents want him to learn Turkish. I was terribly curious to find out for what purpose his parents so strongly wished this. As it turned out later, I learned that Adel is ethnically Turkish, which shocked me, but thanks to this unexpected fact a long conversation started between us; he talked a lot about life in Canada, America, he spoke about what interesting dishes and products they have, how they live there and periodically compared the two countries; sometimes I talked about Kazakhstan and compared the countries as well. There was even an occasion when I decided to invite my friends to dinner and gave them the opportunity to try our national dishes — the meat dish Et tamak, the fermented milk product kurt, our domestic chocolate "Kazakhstan" and other domestic products; of course, my friends were somewhat surprised that we eat horsemeat. Ah, we all laughed. Like any young people, my friends and I often said "in our country it's like this, and in Turkey it's different" and everyone laughed at our comparison, because they understood that every country has its own mentality, its own traditions, rules, its pros and cons. In short, 9–10 months of study at the language school flew by lightning fast. We received our certificates and the time to part came. Adel flew to Canada, and I stayed in Turkey to continue my studies at the university for my bachelor's degree. I remember and write my story, I understand how full of enthusiasm and energy we were, how much we strove for everything new and dreamed as a whole friendly group. You are probably thinking, why am