Washington is hitting the soles, taking our luggage again and throwing it into the terminal corridors. It's already interesting, but still nothing is visible.

Shock one: a man in shorts, standing in line at the information desk, keeps talking on the phone while lying down on the ground.

Shock two: everyone is looking at each other without bumping into prickly stares. I still can't get rid of the habit of staring at people. Washington taught me - it's not forbidden. Thanks.

English speech travels the distance between my ears and leaves it at the speed of a black hole's orgasm.

All public address announcements are transformed by my ears into "Students from Perm - you are deported, proceed to disposal, thankyouuuu".

Everything is very anxious!