The details of just a little time

What I love about this city, is the fact that being huge, people from different origin are mingled together.
Actually, too many people are mingled together; this doesn't mean the city is overly crowded: its 15 millions people are just too little for its space, but what is clear, is that all those people tend to ignore each other easily.
So, it's not uncommon to sit at a internet cafe, and while sipping a tea or a bear with a friend find out that someone is navigating porn sites downloading large pictures of naked women and orgies altogether, with everybody simply ignoring it!

So much for the post soviet newly acquired freedoms! :-)

The all too scary moscow people hide a nice heart though: speak to them smiling, try your russian to its very limits, fail, and weatch their amusement turn them from irony soldiers to gentle people willing to help and very curious.
Now it's about time to come back to good old Kuzminki, in the middle of nowhere to sleep.

My days are... well, that's for tomorrow.

Moscow as just another day

Moscow is huge.
I mean it, really.
Out of scale.
It's the biggest thing I have ever seen, and it just loves to show you how large it is all the time.
Literally dozens and dozens of metro stations, overly large roads, the city spans probably over a 100km diameter, something that has to be seen to be believed.
Most of all, it doesn't look sovietic at all; in most places, hammer and scycles have been removed along with monuments to regime key people, and thus, the city is just a huge megalopolis giving you just a sniff of old time socialism in its many ugly buildings and its structure.

To me, the appeal is lost, but maybe I've been here for too little a time, perhaps in the future I'll start to appreciate different things.
My curiosity about women has been satisfied but in a unhopeful way, they seem way uglier than their ukrainian coutnerparts.
Wonderful women exhist, but they are in the hands (no pun intended) of oligarchs, so it-s better not to stare at them at all.

But the experience itself is flabbergasting.
Moskivci', the moscow people, are really rude (at first), and speak in such a quick way I hardly catch words, and when I do, I do get confused most of the time, 'cause they speak with a heavy accent.
Nothing like the old, sweet sounding ukranians with their curios subsitution of h sound for the g.

Ah, Moscow is expensive.
It is really expensive, I'd say quite a lot more than Rome; food is available for cheap if you go for Krosha Kartoshka or McDonalds, but real estate has simply skyrocketed; and the copious amount of new and expensive cars gives hints about the condition of these people.
Oh poor italians :-)

So much for Moscow