Mark and Sasha

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As I sat down the next day to make my first call I realized something.

I hate the phone. I hate talking on the phone. I hate calling people on the phone. I don't know what it is, but I have just never liked having to call someone on the phone! I don't even want to talk about how much I hate calling a girl I like on the phone.

I made a quick call from my computer to my parents to make sure the PC-to-Phone worked correctly. Then, I sat there.

I think I sat there for at least an hour trying to build the courage to call Sasha. It was like my worst nightmare had come true. I was calling a woman on the other side of the planet. I didn't even know if we would understand each other.

Finally, I made the call.

Nothing.

I tried again, and again, and again. Still nothing! Somehow I did not understand that calling a mobile phone in Ukraine is very different than in the States. I spent over an hour calling every combination of country code, area code, phone number, and variations of all three removing numbers. I was calling all sorts of weird places. Weird people were answering the phone in foreign languages. It was a nightmare. I was becoming extremely frustrated and emotionally exhasted.

I finally dropped out all the zeros and called again. This time there was a ringing on the other end, and I heard a woman's voice answer, "Allo?"

"Allo Sasha? Eto Mark!" (that was all the Russian I really knew)

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