“One is missing!”
We definitely bought four Shinramyeon cups at
the grocery store in Novosibirsk before getting
the train, and two of them already went into our stomach yesterday so of course two cups
should’ve been remained, not one!
“Darn! Someone stole our Shinramyeon!”
“Who did it? Shinramyeon is too spicy for
Russian to eat?” “Who cares? The thing is,
someone tiptoed to our side and stole our treasured Shinramyeon!”
Ordinary, we wouldn’t have been upset about the Shinramyeon thing, but at that time the thing was sensitive issue for us because in the train car, express in other words ‘The boring utopia’,
eating and lazing around were only pleasure.
“Wait! I know who the thief is!” said my friend pointing quietly her finger upward, the upper berth. Above us, there were soldiers in uniform.
“I saw the guys looked down at us smacking their lips when we were eating the Shinramyeon last night. I’m sure that they wanted to try the
delicious noodle, and took it when we were sleeping.” “Are you sure? But we kept the
noodles out of reach of other passengers.”
We spent half the day discussing whether the soldiers really took our Shinramyeon. Unfortunately we have so far failed to find out
the real thief, but one thing is for sure, that day
the guys in uniform kept going in and out of
toilet and drinking water often. What happened
to them? Maybe they ate some spicy thing...?