What I bought what I was 21 (The secret revealed)

Let me make the story clear: It was 1979 or 1980 when my parents opened an account in a bank for me when I was born. According to the contract all the money belonged to me, but I could not take the money from the bank before I am 21. The starting sum of money was 1000 USSR roubles (as I said, it was my both parents’ year salary), enough to buy everything for a new family (me and my hypothetic wife): all the furniture, a refrigerator and a laundry.

The time passed and the sum got bigger because of the annual interest.
I went to the bank after I got 21, brought all the papers and received all the money. I do not remember the exact sum, it does not really matter... I just went to a shop. I did not buy a car, a bike or a house... I did not buy a computer, a TV set, or anything else of that type. I bought what my family needed that day, spending all the money I got from the bank. I bought 1.5kg of butter.
Questions?

What I bought when I got 21 years old?

Imagine the following situation. When you born, your parents open a bank account specially for you, nobody can get the money except you, but you can use the money only when you are older than 21. Let’s say, this amount of money equals to 1 year of salary of both of your parents.
My parents did that to me, when I got 21 in year 2000 I received the money. I spent 100% of the money on the same day. The question, what I bought? Think a bit and try to guess what I bought. Participants get Entrecard credits.
I am going to reveal the secret soon.

Things that shock Russians in Australians

I do not mean anything negative here... This is life and not every Australian or Russian is the same. Here is just a pure experience.

1) Many regions of Russia are cold, that’s why Russians protect themselves by wearing warm things. We never seat on cold benches or floor. Russians do not understand Australians who do that and have their nose running. Do not complain if you have pain in your bones after spending some time at cold wind.
2) Nor we, not our Russian friends in Australia, do not know any Australian family who wash their hands before having meal.
3) There are many Australians in streets who cut their nails by teeth in public.

Dear Australians, we, Russians, who leave in Australia, love you because of you kindness and constant intentions to help those who in need. Australians taught us how to smile.

I am lucky :)

Yesterday, in Adelaide there was a sport event, a 12km run from the city to the Bay. My wife, Katya, took part in it. She took her free ticket and got to a tram-stop which is less than 1km away from our home. When she got to the members area which she couldn’t leave, she realised that she needed pins to clip her number on her T-short. She phoned me and asked me to bring her some pins.
I rushed on my bike with pins and when I was crossing along the tram rails, I fell. One of the wheals got into a groove where a rail was. I lost my balance at speed about 25 km/h. The result: two scratches on my right wrist and elbow, I hit my left wrist and now I can’t play my guitar, also I hit my right leg and now I have difficulty walking up and down the stairs.
Katya got her pins, I got home on my bike (I still do not know how!), where I had to wash my wound and put antiseptic liquid, etc.
Today, I was walking to the carwash where I work and I saw a guy who used crutches. Also, the same day I saw a man who had no his right arm and had to use a stick to walk.
Now I think that I am definitely luckier than other people are.

30 ec for a comment // 1 year in Australia

Today I decided to give 30 ECs those bloggers who leave comments. This is the main idea.
The next idea is just to keep my blog... YES, I want it to be interesting!
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On 24th of September we are celebrating one year since we are in Australia. Practically during this year I got everything we had to leave in Russia. I mean the material stuff. As for such thing like friends, well one friend is never equals to another. I can't compare personalities or count them just like coins in my pocket.

I am happy to be in Australia. Well, I still can't find a full-time (or even part-time) job within a field which I am good at. Just a reminder: I came to Australia as a graphic designer, this profession is still in the list of wanted professions. Should I believe it?

I spit it. I don't care, one day I'll get what I want :-)