Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
My host mother from St. Petersburg, Vera, sent me a postcard!…
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My host mother from St. Petersburg, Vera, sent me a postcard! And I understand it, sort of! I need to fully decipher the handwriting and the Russian, but I think she tried to tell me that she received back the package that she'd tried to send me (books) and would try to send them again soon. Neat! I'd almost given up on the box containing the Lawrence and the Fitzgerald and the Russian folktales (yee-ha, Jeana!) and the Tolstoy. I hope I eventually receive it.