
example, right now my companion is talking with a girl here. It just so happened that we decided to come to the internet and there were a lot of people. We waited nearly an hour before I could start, and now they are both waiting for a computer. But, if we wouldn't have made the

lesson we have had in this internet place.
Also how through small things, we met these Armenian families and through them we met some others and through them we found a man who seems to be ready to accept the gospel. He even met with the missionaries three years ago, but when those Elders left, he stopped talking with them. He has been searching for something, he just hasn't figured out what it is yet and he has a lot of questions. That is a good sign.
So, let's see. What else is new? I really can't think of anything. It seems to me that everyday is the same, every week is the same. I am so tired of being here that I even feel sick when I think that I have to see the Elders again. That's probably not a good reaction to have. Plus, I am exhausted. Everyday seems to get worse

I really don't know what else to say. It looks like I am going to St. Petersburg in a couple of weeks. Every 6 months we have to leave the country. I can't believe that I have been here that long! In two more months I will reach my half way mark. That makes me sad when I think about it, but I guess that is life and life must go on. I should probably go now. Tell people to keep writing me.

As for Lizzy, thanks for writing me. Sounds like you have a lot of work on your hands. Mom, thanks for the taboo cards. I know that has been a lot of time and a lot of work and I really appreciate it. Dad, I'm glad that you won't have to "crunch" anymore.
Well, love you all and I look forward to hearing from you. Oh, mom, I sent off a card for you today. It has some pictures in it and a letter for the family from November (oops - it takes me a really long time to getting around to sending things through the mail). Let me know when, or rather if, it arrives.
Love,
Сестра Атвуд
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