Someone must have been telling lies about me. I knew I had done
nothing wrong, but his morning I was sent to Siberia.
You may have recognized the opening already. I borrowed and adapted it from The Trial by
Kafka.
It’s true that I’ve done nothing wrong, as far as I know,
nothing serious at least. We all do things we regret, and things we
should regret. That’s the case with me too, but nothing to worry about. YOLO; that's what the kids say.
It’s also true that I’ve been sent to Siberia, by the
company I work for. I’m on my way to
Irkutsk, close to the Lake Baikal.
It’s such a long
flight, so I was allowed to fly business class. Now I’m sitting in the Aeroflot
lounge in the Sheremetyevo airport, waiting for my next flight. I kind of have
a feeling that I’m surrounded by Russian oligarchs, people with expensive
clothing and jewelry, and small dogs carried in expensive bags. Actually, many
people look quite ordinary too, poor guys like me.
Whatever. The lounge is quite good. I get free food and
drinks, and I can relax while reading and writing, but I wish they could turn
down the volume on the TV.
It’s gonna be interesting to visit Siberia. I wonder if it’s
very cold there now. We will see tomorrow >:)
(I haven’t been to downtown Moscow today, just waiting in transit at the airport. So I picked a picture from my collection, taken a couple of years ago, from the top of Moscow State University, one of the famous Seven Sister, built for the 800 year anniversary of Moscow. The big venue in the center of the picture is the Olympic stadium from the 1980 summer Olympics. The games were boycotted by most western countries due to the Soviet invasion in Afghanistan.)
