Wednesday, October 15, 2014



The second floor balcony and the windows next to it were ours in Moscow. I used to play on the playground here. Even though I was called Dina by everyone at school and outside of it, at home they called me Inna. 
My mom would come out and call me from the balcony: "I-n-n-n-a-a!" The kids then began to say that, I was a liar, because I told them that my name was Dina. Good times, good times!

More pictures of our woods.
Autumn is beautiful
in Russia.

'Nuff said...

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