It’s January, 2015. I go to a bathhouse. When the employee opens my locker, she asks:
“Where’s your companion today?”
“Who do you mean? My husband?”
“No. The tall woman who came to the bathhouse yesterday. The Soviet.”
“Umm, I don’t know that woman. Actually, I don’t know any other foreigners here.”
The employee stares at me, incredulously.
Interestingly, many people in Siping still refer to Russians (I assume that’s what she meant) as “Soviets”.
Have you ever had a similar conversation? I’d love to read your stories.