In the first half of the nineties, while still a student, he went for a two-week internship in the French branch of AP "Novosti" in Paris. The money was about $50 to $60. Spending them on food at the time was stupid. I had to buy something for myself, mom, dad, sister, and so on. I took food from home. tk. To get something meaningful at the time became a problem, from the provision I had a few cans of sausage “The Great Wall”, a couple of pots of canned peanuts with carrots, pasta and sausages. And two more blocks of the Yavsky “Cosmos”. A normal, in principle, set for the student. But in Paris, with its smells of restaurants and bistro, eating the disgusting sausage was painful. One day I was fed by the wife of the head of the APN. A couple of times the journalists drank me beer with snacks. It was pleasure. At the end of the meal I had finished. On the day of departure, the APNovsky enterprise took me to the station and put me on the train. If I am not mistaken, it was a Moscow-Berlin-Moscow train, to which wagons clinged to Vienna, Copenhagen (through Rostock and ferry) and to Paris. In Berlin, these wagons were picked up and went on in the European trains. Завхоз handed me a paper bag with a dry patch on the way. There was a small sandwich on baguette, an egg, a bowl of pasta, cookies and chips. Almost all of this set I dropped before the train left. I went... One in the cup. France, Benelux, Germany and Poland. When we arrived in Warsaw, it was incredible. Parking was 2 o’clock. I collected my last cents and went to the city. He found a barrel and, pouring out that little thing on a plate, asked to give me something. The Polish recounted it all, thought about it and gave me a 0.33 bottle of lemonade. There was written “Drink Orange Mandarinka”. It’s been many years, and I remember that treacherous “Mandarinka.” When we got back in the boat, there were three of our boats already sitting there. Two men and a aunt. All the coupe was overwhelmed with balls and they were covered on the table. I hoped they would invite me. was invited. Very sensible people appeared. But of the snacks they had only Polish, somewhat salt, vodka and nuts. I quickly fell out of hunger. I woke up at night from hunger and silence. The train was waiting for the change of wheeled trucks to the Russian railway standard. I managed to get out of the wagon, although it was strictly forbidden, and I went wandering in search of food. I found a composition with tables Brest – Moscow. I found a restaurant car and started knocking into the closed door. 5 in the morning. Everyone slept there, of course. But after some time, a sleepy evil man came out of the car and asked - what... I need. I explained that I hadn’t eaten for two days and asked to sell me at least something. I had rubles. He brought me a bag with two banks of chickens, a quarter of black, a cold puddle in foil and lambs. Then I asked where the hungry people came from. I honestly said it was from Paris.