The Russians were on to the fact
that I had a girlfriend. The time I
returned with the boom box, the driver asked me, “how is Natasha?” I am sure the floor lady in the Rossiya Hotel
reported the fact that I never slept in my room, but to know specifically who I
spent my time with, I can only chalk up to being spied upon. I didn’t suspect Natasha as being involved
even though I knew I could not be totally, 100% sure at that point. Anyway I
knew they knew so I didn’t need to be coy about it.
She told me she had a plan before
she met me on how to get out of Russia.
A Japanese man wanted to marry her and her plan was to marry him, go to
Japan, divorce him and go to Paris to live.
She liked to talk about what she knew about Russia before the revolution
and grandeur of life around the Tsar. She
considered the communists a bunch of thugs.
In that regard she certainly had a point.
She took the train down to
Voronezh twice to visit me, which was all right, but staying with me we knew
would be a problem. So I would do in and
stand in front of the lady at the desk blocking her view, while Natasha crept in
behind and got in the elevator. She then
never went out of the building while I was at work. We got caught once though
coming out of the elevator which I am sure got reported.
In Russia, being able to buy a
round trip train ticket was not possible, so I went with her to the train
station while she tried to buy a first class train ticket. She was told there were no more spaces, which
to her meant to bribe the ticket seller.
When that didn’t work, she came to me and said “fucking communists”. Apparently the bribe was turned down based on
I began to have thoughts of
marriage even though it would be extremely difficult to accomplish, although
not impossible. One American I knew
married one of our interpreters,
In the end, I was asked to leave
Russia due to Natasha. Apparently we
were star crossed lovers without realizing it.
She met me at Sheremetyevo
Airport before my flight home and when I saw her I had to choke back
tears. She was all smiles and gave me
three tins of caviar. I was able to
control my emotions then and smiled back.
I told her I loved her and she replied back with, “I love you, Davie”.
She called me a month later when
I was home in Lancaster, urging me to come to Moscow, but I had to tell her it
would be impossible for me. I don’t know
how she managed to accomplish this and before we were finished, we were cut
off. That was the last time I heard from
her. I often wonder if she married the
Japanese man and somehow made it to Paris.
Natasha, I hope you are safe and
happy and thank you for being in my life.
We caught a cab to Natasha’s building, took the elevator up
and entered her flat. Her place consisted of one room with a small Pullman
kitchen and bathroom. Off in one corner was
her single sized bed and we soon were sharing the intimacy of our bodies. We woke about 11 AM and we took a short bus
ride to a park next to the Metro station.
The beautiful park was called the Exhibition of Economic Achievement
with a large futuristic obelisk as its center piece. We had lunch there and later we went to a
“camping hotel” where I met her musician cousin who was part of a rock