Dinner time.
I checked my phone for places near me.
I found something that said “Home Kitchen.”
Looks interesting….
After many wrong turns down many winding streets, I walked down some stairs and found myself in a grandmother’s kitchen.
All three table were full, but she pointed to an empty seat where I joined another guy eating meat out of a frying pan.
Lucky for me, he spoke English and was quite friendly.
His name was Max, he’s Russian, and he’s in Georgia because he doesn’t want to be a soldier.
As we were talking, he wanted to say that he didn’t want to be drafted.
But he didn’t know the word “drafted.”
No problem.
As I taught in Monday’s Vitamin V, he didn’t let that stop him.
He said, “He left for safety.”
Good enough.
That’s how you keep the conversation going.
You cook with what you got.