Moscow Madness
Anna Yudina
“Sometimes I feel like my only friend is the city I live in…”
But unlike Anthony Kiedis we don’t cry together – our mutual love is fulfilling, bright, and full of surprises.
It is here that I love riding my bicycle along the boulevard ring on warm summer nights. On a chilly winter afternoon I proudly watch the amazed by-passers stare at me as I bite into my ice-cream. Even my favorite English poetry sounds even more romantic under the Moscow sky.
Moscow welcomes and sees off millions of people every day rushing through it in between their transit flights and only able to see the Kremlin and take a bit strained photo in front of St. Basil Cathedral. But as a person who has lived all her life in Moscow, I want to prove Moscow has a lot more to it than just a few notorious sites one is offered on an hour-long bus tour.
I know quite a number of secrets an outsider hasn’t got a clue about. I know where to stand on the Metro platform so that the upcoming train opens its doors just in front of you. I know how to get on a bus without paying. I know where to find free newspapers and how to get into a cinema unnoticed. But you bet your boots – I‘ll never sell the information cheap.
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