I checked my phone for places near me.
I found something that said “Home Kitchen.”
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.”
As I taught in Monday’s Vitamin V, he didn’t let that stop him.
He said, “He left for safety.”
That’s how you keep the conversation going.
You cook with what you got.