Sat on the train into Moscow I felt really dazed; as if I was in a little bubble. I seemed to be going the right way, getting on the right trains but my brain was just going 'what the hell are you doing here? what the hell are you going to do here?' Still, I …
I think it was payday, January 28th,at approximately 3am I purchased my flight to Moscow for April later that (this?) year. The idea popped into my head a few months before - I knew I wanted to go somewhere alone, where I didn't know anyone. I needed to do some independent travelling again, but nothing …
