Well, I already should have written something about Moscow, but somehow I always had other things to do.
Hmmm, where should I start…
First of all, flying is REALLY COOL! All during the starting-period, I waited for, like, fear? But it didn’t happen, I absolutely loved it! We had good weather up to Poland, so I could see a lot of the landscape below. Then it became cloudy up ‚till Moscow, so all that could be seen for that part of the trip where white fluffy clouds, white silky clouds, white…
From the view of a guy who likes to do computer-graphics, I can only say that we’re far of from reality.
At one time during the flight, we took a sharp curve, so I had the chance to look upward. Have you ever taken a look into that direction during a flight? It’s DARK up there!!! There’s not much atmosphere left above that plane, and you really can see it. It’s actually quite a profound thing, but knowing a fact, and actually seeing it with your own eyes makes a difference. I found it absolutely fascinating.
Enough raving: We moved in on Moscow. I guess American folks won’t be that surprised – esp. in the LA region – but I was shocked when I saw that yellowish-brown hemisphere above the Moscow region after all that clear white-blue sky. That’s not really the stuff I wanted to put up into my nose!
It was by that time, that I had my one and only glimpse into fear of flying. After several hours of clouds below us, we went down, and after, maybe, two cloud layers, I could see the ground again. Just for a very short second I thought by myself: "Shit, that’s deep!". But then the feeling was again replaced by fascination.
We went down, and it smelled as it looked: Imagine streets with 5 lines, but where they actually drive in 8 or more? These were full of really oldish cars. It smelled like gasoline everywhere.
All the streets are huge, but that’s okay, as long as you stay on your side. If, however, you want to cross one of these streets, you’re in for big trouble – well, sometimes, if you’re lucky, there’s a metro-station, so you can cross it underground…
The hotel – Russia – was big and ugly, with four entrances – north, south, east and west – that all looked alike. The same exchange lot, the same cigarette-store, the same disco, the same reception, but not really the same, because once you couldn’t find your room, you knew you took the wrong side. By the way, you had to go out to get to your room, because you just couldn’t go round that thing on the inside.
At least they had cable-TV with 2 music channels – one Russian, one french. Needless to say, that I speak neither of the two…
Well, the hotel had full service. At 2300h I prepared to sleep when my phone rang:
"Hello? Do you speak English"
"Yes, of course I bloody do, who’s there"
"Do you want sex?"
<giggling…> "Do you wand SEX?"
<more giggling> "DO YOU WANT SEX?"
"Hurm… eh… no eh…, thank you." <staring stupidly at the
<more stupid staring at the phone> then the phone rang in the next
After 2 more calls – hmm, I guess from different girls – it knocked on the
Huh?!?!? (again) it’s 2345h by now. Well, I thought, maybe it’s my
colleague, but I *was* suspicious by that time.
"OLGA, Your girlfriend"
… After getting rid of Olga from my door, I could sleep at last.
There’s not much more to tell about Moscow. Working there with computers is a mess. People smoke in their offices, computers are slow, and the offices are tiny with too much people in there. At least the folks that I had to deal with didn’t understand anything about TCP/IP networks or UNIX, and also didn’t want to learn about it.
Ah, the food is bad, and most of the people in restaurants are unfriendly – Nope, I don’t think that I’m generalizing here, because I’ve never seen such behavior in other places.
All in all, it was a really useless trip!