A SMALL CATASTROPHE
On Thursday the five of us drove outside the city and looked at some property.
When we got there we were looking across the fence. I was taking a few pictures. A man and woman quickly came out with a key and let us onto the premises.
I was able to communicate with the lady in Russian and learned that they were responsible for cutting the grass and apologized that they hadn’t done more. She thought I was the new landlord or owner; but I assured her that was not the case.
She had been asking everyone for cigarettes. At last she asked me. I told her I did not smoke and did not have cigarettes. She said, “We’re not into narcotics. But the fact that you don’t have cigarettes is a small catastrophe!”
THE REAL TRAGEDY
