Damn, I really wanted to start describing my trip from day one, but as usual for me, everything is left until the last moment. But apparently, the raccoon living near our house provoked me to fill out this blog after 5 days have passed.

So, the flight was great, I didn't sleep, chatted with the guys, took photos of the clouds, and listened to the radio at an altitude of several thousand meters.

In Washington, we were exhausted; I hadn't slept for 24 hours in Russia before that, and then the jet lag sent my body into SHOCK.

So, after R. and I finally made it to Newark, I discovered my mobile phone was missing—the one I took for God knows why. But the thing is, it was even working in Washington!!!

That's it, the phone is gone. They also broke into my suitcase and tossed everything around... Just magical.

Searching for housing was pretty exhausting. 3 AM in Brooklyn with a broken suitcase will stay in my memory forever.

After that, there was Manhattan and a jazz shelter for students. The first attempt to get in touch with relatives via Skype was unsuccessful.

Talking to a Black guy shocked me regarding my English skills, motherf***er!!!!!

Day 1.

Feeling fresh in the morning, we went looking for a phone for me... I'm too lazy to write, see you...