Things are changing, whether you want to believe it or not.
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I became Ms Stark, the woman with a few unwanted hairs.
However, my social life wasn’t as smooth as my legs.
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I quickly realised that acknowledging that you’re Russian in the UK is like admitting that you have a deadly disease and you have only few weeks to live. “Oh…” as a response to me talking about my national identity became the norm. I stopped being a hooker or a criminal coming to laser off her nasty Russian pelage.
Her response after receiving yes as an answer made my trust in her, as someone who I wanted to work on my vertebrae, quickly disappear. You might not remember, but your mother definitely does. Before moving to the UK, I had the impression that America and Europe were all about tolerance.
Her words still stick with me today: “So many Russians with lots of money come here and buy all these expensive houses. Cold War and everything.” It was like a flow of really nasty diarrhoea coming from her mouth. Now I was coming to realise that tolerance and love towards other cultures isn’t something that comes together with a certain citizenship or upon completion of a yoga retreat.
I settled in the hotel, and after a short, refreshing walk, I went to the restaurant to have dinner.
As I was waiting to be seated at the bar, I sparked up a conversation with two British men in their mid-twenties, and it was just a lovely chit-chat.