Day Eight: Mission Report
Mission failure. Yesterday my parents went to a flea market and saw a Russian fur hat complete with hammer and sickle insignia. I wanted it. However, I was not with them. My mom said that if I wanted to get there before the crowds did, I should get up early. I got u earlier and then we went to a different flea market…and got bagels. Then around one we actually headed for the flea market I thought we were going to. When we got there there were barely any stalls and no sign of Russian hats. We asked a man selling other types of hats and he said that there was a Russian man who had a shop on a dead end down the road, past a crossroad. We looked and looked, but missed the crossroad. On the way back we asked an antique dealer. Apparently the Russian man killed himself three or so weeks ago, but someone else had taken over his lot which is only available on Saturday when the full market is. I returned home hatless and defeated. I want that hat.