I left work in Dallas and went straight to Wizard World in Austin. Since I got there later than I hoped I made a command decision skipped going to my hotel and changing. I arrived at the convention in my dress pants, shirt and tie instead of blue jeans, sneakers, and Uof A shirt.
After I got a couple of autographs I worked my way over to Barbara Nedeljakova. My plan was to get a photo of her in something from Hostel. The movie is violent and graphic but preys on the paranoia that every wise tourist has in the back of their head. Then I saw this photo and couldn’t resist.
As I walked up to her a guy was leaving and singing in a foreign language. She was shaking her head and I asked if she understood what he was saying. She said no and that he was singing in Russian. I asked if his Russian was bad or she didn’t know the language. She said she didn’t speak Russian. She mentioned a few other languages she spoke and then mentioned if the guy was speaking in Hungarian or Polish she would have understood as those languages were close to her native language of Slavok.
