Was it the immeasurable width of Texas, or its unlimited relative humidity that moved Gleb on abandoning the state of lonely star (apparently reminiscent to Gleb of his native state of "lonely star") - we'll never know, but one nice day your modest servant found him in Boston. By that time Gleb has already accomplished the first approach to building his grandiose home - The home of ALL USSR/Russian automobiles.

On a side of a street under name "Pleasant" a guy was inflating one by one 6.70-15-size wheels with a hand pump, clutching in his hand a made-of-steel valve cap and glancing from time to time up the street. Suddenly, a horn sang a bi-tone melody hard to confuse with any other passing car's, and, even though anticipated, suddenly sinking to somewhere in the stomach, tickling as the bell of the old home would do. There was a black giant, anticipated yet impossible. Finally, Tim found the way! Soon, a gentleman in elegant british cap was joining the meeting as how could he not if he had been joining people in his home before.

There was another meeting - with Jan coming from Sweeden to congratulate Gleb on his maturity birthday and to put a note in Vi Bilagare magazine.

Gleb did not attend to a latest meeting of the people he joined by his Sovavto Webring. I hope, he will some day. The story of that meeting is coming in the next issue.