The furthest place I've ever visited

My first impression when I arrived to Moscow was totally different from that of any other place I’ve visited in my whole life. A feeling compared to a fictional time-travelling adventure trembled inside my lungs.

Even though I knew I was carrying my passport in order I felt I was entering to a forbidden place. From the airport to the hostel there wasn’t known voice sounds. Taking the metro was something that took me to a past epoch. So old but at the same time so functional and well preserved that I just couldn’t believe I was there. Imagining passersby wearing suits and skirts just like in the past. No Russian talked to me in English nor Spanish. Communication was ineffective; nevertheless, my body language took a main role such that it made me feel understood.

It was until a friend of mine arrived to the hostel that I started feeling comfortable. She set me free and by that moment I was able to walk on the streets without hesitation. Visiting the most precious spots of the city was how I felt involved in the magic of the place. The Red Square with the imposing St. Basil’s Cathedral deserved to be visited several times. I will never forget one of longest days I ever lived.

The dawn at almost 10:30pm covered with a certain shade of brown the Red Square bringing not only the night with it but also the Moscow warmth.