Kids, after all, are first priority, women second, and men last. The plates run out. We re out of plates. I glance behind me and look at the folks wolfing down their lunch and at the open dumpster with discarded plates and forks. I sure don t envy these folks.
People start to slowly make their way towards folks who are finishing or go for the dumpster.
Raisa is virtually insistent that we hang out, making both Kristina and I a little uncomfortable. Kristina and I head back towards the metro. The idea of coffee appeals to both of us. She suggests Dunkin Donuts. She has made lots of connections with the local homeless or BOMZh, as they are called in Russian.