I can't believe it. I still can't believe my eyes... What I see around seems to me like in a dream. I still think that now I'll open my eyes and I'm in Russia, at home, with my mother and my family. But why don't I wake up so long?..
Hello, my dear fuckin America. I am your guest again. That's the greatest present that my life and my fate have given me ever. Hello, country of my soul - wide, huge, unaccurate, so different, but endlessly free. Today New York has met us with a rain. Another New York... Not the same that I saw a year ago. At this time - dirty, rusty, gloomy, but deadly beautiful and herrlich, I can't find the right words. Today I greeted it, its great houses-skyscrapers and neat shops, it's streets, Broadway and, of course, Columbia University. I walked and would walk, it does not matter with someone or alone, or what weather is then, if it is raining or not; and god would fuck everyone who says that it is dangerous - nobody and nothing would take this adrenaline from me. Today I looked into the window of my room... The name of the street, "Amsterdam Ave", on a green board, was waving alone in the wind. How many associations I do have with it, with all this atmosphere, with the whole city, with the country! Just the thought that it is the motherland of Rogue and the Cruxshadows makes me excited.
I will not mention about the "funny" flight through Geneva and 18 hours in the Geneva airport. I am sure that our mad drunk songs and our sleeping right on the floor will not be forgotten for long =))))