The Bookbat

This morning I came home from the overnight train from Moscow to my host family in St. Petersburg and host mama’s daughter (age about 25) came out of the kitchen naked and informed me that the dog had broken its leg, so host mama was sleeping in my room. But this evening I sat in their house sobbing, hysterically and very audibly, for about 45 minutes, so I guess we are even? I don’t understand anything anymore.