Even with my wonderful local boots, I still find the many icy patches on the streets and footpaths treacherously slippery. This morning, on the way to a yard sale (first picture; crowded, lots of junk - people accumulate lots of stuff when they stay somewhere for 10 years. Those of you who helped me to clean out my apartment will understand =p.), I slipped and fell on this very smooth icy patch. I was paraonid the rest of the trip - and thankful when we caught a mashrutka home! I love walking, but walking on ice is a very different matter. (I'm okay, though my left leg is slightly bruised.)
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