The President of Ethiopia

The President of Ethiopia

The three main heroes of our adventures have fallen for the charms of a Russian woman. The Russian women are, as we all know, dressed up with high heels, the thinnest dresses and the shortest skirts. I’ve heard people whispering that femme fatale originally is a Russian word, but to check if that’s true, we should verify that with the КГБ. Anyway, our heroes lost their heads for a Russian woman, but this one is different. It’s a lady, small in stature, slender called, without high heels and so apparently has never been seen in miniskirt. It’s not the appearance of our guide in the Russian jungle of ignorance which keeps our boys imprisoned in the depths of the Russian construction giants, yearning for the moment to catch a glimpse of her presence and to listen carefully how she explains the language of love. While she’s the most beautiful of all-without even knowing it-her humour, charisma and at the same time also her charm and intelligence is what caught their eye. That’s the only thing that counts for them.

Her name is Катя, short version of Екатарина. So short, but subtly shortened by her parents that the grace of her original name still stands tall, and they also managed to add some genius simplicity to her name.

The way she tries to penetrate our minds and causes myalgia in our brains by letting them do such exercises which no other women ever could’ve managed, is to say the least as a miracle that fell from the sky. She knows how to pull a string in our brains and let this string snap just at the moment she wants it to. Thats why our three heroes have so much passion for her.

By giving an example we could only fall short in explaining the magnificence; the greater good simply can’t be explained. But nevertheless we will try to show you a glimpse of the inaccessible.

Here we meet the President of Ethiopia

At first a strange person in this context, but soon it will be clear why our distant friend is quoted. During mental gymnastics we had an exercise that was way beyond the rings or the bridge. The exercise involved our Russian speaking abilities. Катя brought little finger puppets, from the blue-yellow company from Sweden, known of course by all of us, with which we had to play a role. For once we imagined ourselves out of our small classroom and pretended to be in a huge Television Studio where an interview was recorded with, yes indeed, the President of Ethiopia (who suspiciously looked quite familiar to Santa Claus, but here for we also have to ask the КГБ for an explanation). Our robust hero Ziggy got the phenomenal role of the interviewer on his finger, which brought great responsibility with it, to keep the (Russian) conversation going. The pressure was clearly felt, but fortunately he got assistance of his noble friend Willem who meanwhile became the expert of Ethiopia, who had to pass on all kinds of little facts. Not an easy task, considering the short time our heroes were wandering the Russian streets, still in need of their guide in the deepest darkness. Anyway, the interviewer, a figure on the index finger of Ziggy, dressed up like a cook, the Ethiopia expert, a doll at Willems finger, with diving suit, were interviewing the President Ethiopia, a small figure, which listens to the name of Санкта Клаус, at the finger of our genius classmate Patrick, assisted by the highly critical audience, epitomized by our charming classmate Susanne

During this exercise we, and Катя also, had to laugh so much that our pants started to colour brown and still are. Therefore I tremble and shiver to meet the times that 'The President of Ethiopia' is being cited again and we will have to wash our pants again. Катя is a relief in always-grey Russia and her surly looking inhabitants. Her teaching method is based on the theory that with hard work and a good dose of fun, the language will slide into our minds like warm honey glides into your tea. I wish I always could be ignorant so I can keep taking her classes.

Ignorance is bliss