First, no, this is not the name of my new Ukrainian post-grundge band, it's just the name of our district this last transfer. So, actually, it is pretty much just the name of my new Ukrainian post-grundge band. It just kind of happened I'm not really sure how. Someone said it on, like, Friday, and it's been adopted. Too bad we're going to change it this week for the change that's happened in our district.
What? Change? Yes. Sister Busathe (have I even mentioned before who all is in my district right now?) is leaving for Poltava, the land of serjic (the mix of Ukrainian and Russian that happens in Ukraine) and everything that is beautiful in the summertime. Sister Hines is going to replace her. Sister Hines is a deportee from Russia, just Like Elder Anderson and Elder Downing. In fact, they're the only remaining deportees in the mission. And now they'll all be in one district. Funny how that happens.
Elder Downing has been sick all week. Pretty bad. By some miracle, I'm not sick! Yet! I refuse to get sick, it might kill me. The fun thing about that is that Elder Downing had been under the impression that he never sleep-talks, but all week he's been sleep-talking. Not quietly, mind you, but full voice talking in his sleep. Full sentences. Ocassionally Russian words. It's both funny, terrifying, and a bit annoying.
Turns out, Ukrainians love American football when you teach them to play it. We found a football, bought it, and then played 2-hand touch. Even though the field was way too short, which made it a bit lame, they were hooked. After English practice that night they were asking to go out and play another game, but it was too dark already. It was definitely fun.
So, that's pretty much my week.
Peace!
Elder Robison
P.S. basically I'm not going to be uploading pictures for a while. Internet clubs in Kharkov are sketchy and filled with viruses, so I don't want to connect my SD card. Sorry!
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