Emigration etc.

Deliana had a pale skin and incredibly blond hair. She used to wear a rasta hat and whenever asked she used to say she's from Jamaica. With a slight Eastern European accent. Sometimes she was lucky and even the toughest sceptics would start believing her. In fact she was Bulgarian and had won a green card a while ago. She would assure if somebody was after an honest reply she would definitely tell, but wasn't going to open her heart to everybody. She didn't want to be considered as another girl from Eastern Europe.

I perfectly understand Deliana and whoever has lived abroad should too. Especially girls from Eastern Europe.

A while ago I was strolling the streets of a Jewish quarter in Seville (Spain) with two girls - one from Norway and another from Poland. After getting lost we stopped a passer-by.

Where are you from? - he asked.

Dominica barely mentioned she's from Poland and thus the praises for Eastern Europe and beauties from Czech Republic began to flow. The middle-aged passer-by turned to the Norwegian girl and asked if she's from Poland too. Hilda explained she's Norwegian.

Oh, you're a different story, - said he and I could see disappointment in his face.

Once, after walking into a very dark cul-de-sac in Dublin I came across a sticker saying Eastern European girls looking for fun.

It's no secret that crowds of tourists come to Lithuania thinking it's enough to utter a word in English and the girls will melt like last winter's snow. When in West it is enough to mention the country of my origin and I hear a borat-like reply "Very nice". And somewhere in the back of my head I hear myself finishing his sentence "How much?"

It is true though, Lithuanian girls do tend to dissolve like a spoonful of sugar in a cup of tea without even asking what do those strangers do and what do they like in life - perhaps they are peasants from the most remote of English villages or boring young clerks working in a stuffy London City office and looking for fun and frolics. But look - the girls are already coiling lazily on the dance floor of one of those British pubs we have in Vilnius. There's free fizz flooding and the boys start whispering unheard secrets to them - the girls never got a chance to learn that kind of words in school. It's the body language that helps to communicate...

And one sees our local boys quietly sipping on their pints, but their beer is not smooth anymore, since all the girls care about are foreign boys - they buy the drinks and purchase three red roses from the girl who makes her living selling the flowers in nightclubs. The girl is happy, the lass - giddy and the English boy is stumbling over the words he's txting to the mates back home. Before getting into a cab he takes a leak in front of the Presidential Palace.

And so the story starts to spread about Lithuanian girls looking for fun. As if we would not suite for anything else.

But what should one do if she doesn't wear high-heels, uses lipstick rarely and rather wears pants than skirts? You can say you're from Norway, because you're a different story. Or from Jamaica. But it might be harder to convince...