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I think I caught a bit of a cold, from walking in the muggy air and being dehydrated yesterday. Dragged myself to the first hour of class, but couldn't stand anymore than that. Have slept all day long, because it is quite grey outside.

In the closet I found a piece of paper from 1989, confirming my idea the whole building is a relic of the Communist time. It is an inventory of all the furniture, signed off by the worker in charge, and lists the dorm as Lenin Dormitory, on Leninova street. Sovětské strašidlo, indeed.

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There is a couple across from me, kissing slowly and often. They could be a poster for National Socialist Youth from the 1940's, so white and blonde and blue eyed they are. They are dressed in white, but the girl has enormous knee-high black boots on. I see a lot of couples around, and it reminds me of things I have forgotten.

The Pulp Fiction soundtrack is playing, and fits well with the slightly sinister atmosphere of the net cafe. A nice young Russian boy works behind the bar, and I can drink while I type away. There is a casino next door, and a hell of a good Italian restaraunt downstairs. It is gloomy at night, but cool, with the high ceilings and the fans. I like this place a lot.