I went to America with my relatives. I went out once to the store, safely packed with the very American Italian food, I stood on the transition. There are two men standing by, looking at me, and suddenly I hear a native speech:

You say all Americans are terrible. Look at what feet!

And the rest, I have to say. Supports the second.

Both speak calmly and smile. And to be ashamed, “American” is not to understand.

- It is very patriotic on your part to give preference to the domestic producer even abroad, - I say to the guys in Russian.

Smiles bleak, faces of surprise stretch out. I move forward relentlessly.

- I touched, fucking, with a foreign culture, I have time to hear behind. Did you go to the museum then?