It's the first time I started my journal. For all my life I never had the gut. But today our computer teacher explains things about PC art which are beyond my talantes and capabilities, so my soul-mate and name sake of mine Mashka Guluka, who is sitting next to me all the time in our courses, gave me a hand in starting up a journal, So he explained all the technicalities and now I feel that my voice is heard, finally. Sounds weird. I am really being culturally and linguistically juxtoposed, Sometimes I start speaking with someone in English and overtime I findmyself talking Hebrew, inthe meantime, my cell ohone ( or pelephone) rings - pele- is a miracle in Hebrew, and I automatically give a very Russian sounding answer. Now it's time for our regular coffe break and it's a my sticking point, one of many despite my open mind and flexibility. So I'll be with you in half an hour.