It was a ten past four when we left a restaurant in which I was genuinely sitting all hopped up on caffeine asking myself ridiculous questions. And it still wanted ten minutes to the hour when we found ourselves in the Moscow City. It was already dusk, and the lamps were just being lighted as we paced up and down in front of the concrete .
The district where we found ourselves after some turns underground from the retired center of the city presented as great a contrast to it as the front of a picture does to the back. It actually was one of the main arteries which conveyed the traffic of the city.
That was all about pausing. The pausing that allowed the mind to clear and the body to set, creating a strong foundation to support the explosive movements of mind and stress myself over what is so significant in my life. Seriously, you`ve heard a lot that traveling makes people more wise, like after every trip you are returning to your city with hell of a sack of new knowledges and eager for more relevant experience. Nah. Well, this is completely true.