12 January 2009

Russian Americans at JFK

A balding Russian man marches toward me at a quick clip. He carries an elegant designer purse and argues with the woman swiftly striding alongside him. Their quarrel whirs by my ears.

Man: Как цыганка? Как цыганка?! [1]

Woman: I’m done! Ты не понимаешь... [2] After March,
твоя мама [3] and you—you better have your own separate places.
Moments later they board a plane to Vegas.


[1] Like a gypsy woman? Like a gypsy woman?!
[2] You don’t get it…
[3] your mom