The Evolution of Kinder

Kinder eggs are illegal in the U.S. How ridiculous is that. Trust America to take something as fun as a chocolate egg with a toy in it that may represent a mild choking hazard and deprive innocent children of it. Or innocent twenty-one-year-olds.

In Russia they have no such qualms.

What do they have qualms about in Russia? That’s what I’m here to find out.

Among other things.

Some things I’ve already figured out. Like, when the ticket lady at the metro gives you change, some of those coins are tickets. Not change.

It’s all about being culturally sensitive.

Some things are still beyond me. Like how to close the front door of my apartment. There are two locks and I spent probably twenty minutes trying to get my key out of the top lock, until Valya opened the door holding the family chinchilla, Toshka. “Shto eto?” he asked, puzzled. “What is it?” I feebly tried to explain as he took the key and proceeded to lock, unlock, lock, unlock, and remove the key with ease. “Idi.” he said. “Idyom.” Basically the Russian equivalent of shaking one’s head and saying, “Go. Just…go.”

The Kinder egg was way better than the shitty Russian chocolate bar I bought, though admittedly it comes up short on the chocolate-to-ruble index. The sepia-toned picture of the Kremlin on the label would imply that this chocolate bar comes out of a long tradition of artisinal Russian chocolate making, the Fabergé egg of all chocolate bars. This is belied by the year “1998” below the “Russkii Shokolod” brand name.

Apparently the Russians have learned from that great capitalist marketing practice of co-opting unrelated cultural images.

No qualms whatsoever.

Meanwhile, I’m working on pronouncing my street name– Кораблестроителей. Ko-ra-ble-stro-EE-tel-ye. That might be a choking hazard.

Advertisements

5 thoughts on “The Evolution of Kinder

  1. HA! Words as choking hazards!

    Priceless pictures of Allie playing with toys! Although I noticed you were very careful to make it difficult to prove that it was actually you playing with that toy car.

  2. Too jet-lagged to make a witty comment. But I understand why you want me to save you a chocolate bar from Paris…..Tell us about the piroshkis.

  3. Did they have kinder eggs in France? They were a fave in Spain. I was led to believe all Kinder products were illegal in the States and then got really excited when I found a Kinder Bar in a gas station in Harrisonburg. I guess it is just the eggs becuz of the chocking hazard.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s