3-year old friends

I have many good friends. Recently I made more friends with 3-year olds. Actually, I had friend who taught me English first in my speaking experience, Drew was three years old. Then, my honest friend, Niki who speaks magical a language - a mix of Russian, English and Mongolian.

Now I made two three-year old girl friends, both Mongolian. Solongo only speaks English, but she also says she understands French. For playing with French speaking Swiss kids, she proved it right. Undraa speaks French. She also speaks some and understands fully Mongolian.

I made two of my new friends meet together. I was curious how they interact although they don't speak same language. Interestingly, younger people take it so easy. Solongo was very active, she gave Undraa her toys and hold her hands to show around her playgrounds. They both seem to know what to do with such toys and start playing as if they know each other for years. Suddenly, they went crazy. They scream and laughed out loud. They run around and had fun.

It was so easy for kids to make friends. I thought of myself. It took me while to make a good friend with someone unless I live together or share common interests. Those are efforts to make. Soemtimes, I find it hard to keep up my friends. Perhaps I just take an initiative offering games to other whom I would like to be friend. Or friends just come along my life.

Friend: just do it, don't ask

Where is my cup? I lost my important part of my day, even starter! How could I start working without my orange cup. I put it right back front of me on my table, but I could not find it! I am puzzled. Then, ease myself thinking the clear guy put it away. Strange, he would not do it without asking me.

I am in endless search with my hand and deep inside of think.

Dinara handed me something, a brand new cup, I said myself "it is not mine". So different, inside, it is totally white now and glistering with shine of just washed look. Yes, it is my cup. She took it home and cleaned it. NOw, I have a brand new cup.

I left it without well cleaning for a month. I do rinse, but stain of tea is there:( yeaw! She reminded me a few days ago. "You should wash it, do not leave it like that, bad for your health" Dinara said. After days, she just did it without asking me.

I am super happy now. I shine when I see my cup. Thank you Dinara for doing it for me . I know you just did it. I simply love you my friend.

Interesting people in Geneve

An Italian. Speaking French really suits with the rich life of this person – culture, way of living and perspective. House is full of delicate furniture and folk tunes flow across rooms. All make unique style. Self-confident and strong, but no intention for profit making.

Great talker!. British accent with easily acceptable diversion. But, this person has not found a niche to live. Travels always and struggles with plans. Culturally over Sweden, lives in Switzerland and heritance of Great Britain.

Organized German. Only pays every single moment for what it is designed for. Straight forward and highly civilized. This person knows everything and does exactly in a way. Only bit lacks sense of fashion -perhaps that is good.

Besides, I met many other interesting individuals from Austria, Korea, Russia, Moldova, Japan, Italia, France and America.

Flat-mates

A semester in Manchester was such an experience with sharing a house with multinational flatmates. Everyone has own personality and culture to learn.

Liming, a true Beijin born Chinese. She cooks the best Chinese dish in the world. After sharing her food, I prefer the real Chinese food from a Chinese. She owns her space with discreet moments.

Neela, a strong Indian woman. Besides exceeding spicy taste, I like her vegetarian food. Without a pinch of meat addition, she makes vegetables taste like filling. Obvious attempt of her cultural divergence was most notable experience to me. She was the only one in house to express her tensions just like my oldest sister.

Rohit, a man of house. He knows how-to of everything, from internet setting to setting heat readings to fixing broken water network. He preserves strong tradition of Indian culture and art of traditional cooking to himself only. I will miss my big brother.

I think I was the boy-next door. All like me as if I was a liaison to a negotiation table. My cooking was not as superior as my flatmates, but I always enjoy my cooking. I represented too little of Mongolian culture, I am afraid.

Niki - my best friend

His name is Niki. He just turned 2 years old on 14 december 2008. I made a good friendship with him through his mom-Onon and dad-Sergey.
Amazing feature about my friends is that he enjoys from so many activities for a day. He loves train and cartoon of 'Thomas and Friends'! He is the happiest person when train goes on:) he calls it 'du du'
He explains everything to me with mysterious language which is much mixture of Mongolian, Russian and English. Indeed we know exactly what he means. He loves reading Sea Life and Animal Zoo. Then, he plays in roles of all animals.
He like bikes and running around his home. I always wonder how the energy of running all the long can be generated!
Yes, he never misses to go shopping with her Mom because the train, aeroplane and cars outside shopping malls are his favorite past time after Mom finished shopping.
Besides my best friend, I am very pond of his Mom and Dad - beautiful people. I will talk about them in next blogs ahead.

Ok, I've got to catch my 'du du'