why remember maldini? in the morning i went shopping and was wearing the t-shirt of the "rossoneri" with the name of maldini. to my greatest surprise people at the supermarket and those on the street all noticed me... and smiled, and commented and explained their reaction to their friends who had never herd of "the famous italian soccer player". but most have heard. boston has a huge italian population in the north end. and arto told me today that "the rolling stones", "red hot chilli peppers" and eric clapton are coming there in a month or so. need to get the tickets at least for one show. and with uli we'll participate in the lottery to go skydiving. some new experiences... today i'm some how a bit tired as yesterday i came back at four and when i woke up eva and justinas had already left... i hope they have some time in new york and... home... what we did yesterday was a relaxed evening... it all started with the T.G.I.F. and the free snacks and drinks. as usually i met here the few fulbrighters, some new students interested in my camera, and most of the friends... some still have classes till late and that's so unfair as they never make it for the evening at usdan.



(here is carlos from colombia together with the girl from turkey and the fulbright guy from guatemala... i'm so ashamed not to know the names...)

just after all the food and drinks were over, we went to one comedy show in downtown boston...



(simon contemplating in front of the skyline we were looking for... did i mention that i signed up for the photography club? tomorrow in cambridge they will take pictures of people contemplating... so, here is mine:))

going to the comedy evening was arranged for the students living at charles river appartments but simon, uli, michael and stephan invited me to come and so i did. in fact, the show was... strange... i mean, i don't understand american humour... not funny... only the last lady was ok... but still i was looking at the watch and the end of the show.





and the show was over... applause...



afterwards we were about to do the bar tour... the american way to spend the evening if you are not in miami and don't go dancing. usually it's just going from one bar to another with the passport in your hand so that they can check whether you are over twenty-one. and in most of the bars there is no place to move around, the music is too loud to talk, so people just drink...



and spend a lot of money... however, i say "we were about to do the tour" as it did only begin... we went to "whiskey's" to have some cuba libres and margaritas and then to "hong kong" in cambridge.



(political show discussing labor problems in new england in the cambridge bar... you don't hear anything because of the music, but still...)

but just as the dances on the third floor started, the lights went on and... at two o'clock it was over! in boston they close the bars at two... unbelievable. even in vilnius they are open till five. at least some. while here, none. so we just sat talking at the closed cafe in harvard square and took the shuttle home...

as i was walking alone home the arabic moon was visible in the starry sky... and i was thinking about the book by three refugees from southern sudan i'm reading now... but later about that.

now i have to read some marx and get ready for the evening. it seems that again i'm meeting karima, ksenia and diego at harvard.