Now I'm sitting in an air plane, Aeroflot SU2165 on the way to Moscow. The stewardess is serving coffee and snacks. I asked for an orange juice, and I got it.
I'm surrounded by Russians. They talk in a language I don't understand, about things I don't know. That's OK.
The Russians are on the way home.
I'm on the way out.
I like it. It's good to get away from everything, or at least most of it.
I like it. It's good to get away from everything, or at least most of it.
Below us there is ocean as far as I can see. Soon the Riga Bay will show up, I presume, and the trip has just started. There's still a long way to go >:)
(Picture taken from the plane)
