User blog comment:Darthkenobi0/Crazy Shit We Do!/@comment-1627289-20100503060449

I have a few Russian cousins, Sasha, Nick (actually it's Nikolai...) and Dmitri.

And when I was young, about seven or eight years old, I'd met them for the first time. We stared at each other for ages, a good minute or so, and my grandmother and her sister were staring at us. I must've uttered something in German, "Guten Tag, meine name ist Jacinta. Ich komme oust Australia." And they must've understood me. Best. Cousins. Ever, haven't seem them in a while /sadface.