SEA - FRA

I recently spent ten hours in a 3 foot by 3 foot space with a very old, sweet, Russian man on my way from Seattle, WA to Frankfurt, Germany.  He knew about a total of 8 words in English which included "tomato juice" and "I love you" (which he told me as we began our descent).  Albeit, this is by far more than the 0 words I know in Russian.  We kept to ourselves for the first few hours while I watched movies and he read the Bible.  I was starting to fall asleep when he jabbed me in the stomach and then proceeded to slap his shoulder as if to say "sleeping on my shoulder will be more comfortable for you".  I politely gestured and smiled in an attempt to say "thank you but no".  He continued to slap himself until I obligingly rested on his arm.  Unfortunately, this was extremely straining on my neck, so I waited it out for a minute and then slowly went back to my own chair.  Just as I was starting to fell asleep again, then next jab came.  Again, I tried to get out of laying on this stranger, hoping our communication gap would be enough for him to leave me alone.  Apparently the Russians are persistent folk.  George (I think that's what he said his name was) proceeded to grab the top of my head lay it on his shoulder.  At this point I gave in did my best to fall asleep.  And so, my stereotypical American "space bubble" has already begun to shrink.