Also maybe don’t get the Pide with runny salmonella-y egg at the friendly turkish restaurant, because you’ll miss a day of sightseeing in moscow and exchange it for a day of fitful sleep, a hurting stomach, and multiple trips to the bathroom while you nervously know that one of those trips will taste like stomach acid and it finally happens and then you’re suddenly covered in sweat in those 15 seconds it takes to vomit, you sleep the entire day, drinking an entire 2 liter bottle of sparkling water and never taking a piss because you need liquids, my sick man.
At least this is the cleanest hostel on the face of this earth.
When I went to Russia, I did not intend to see 'him'. All I had in mind is that ethereal palace in which he and I raised our careless infatuation in.Visiting it's faded walls of an ever enchanting gold and blue, I realised my love for 'him' grew tenfold as the melancholy reverie settled in. Perhaps winter will let 'him' know.Winter knew my words of passionate abhorration meant nothing, but ' Я тебя люблю'.