I went to Russia last night. It was very strange though. At first on the plane ride to get there, that wasn't a very pleasant flight. It was full of people who knew me but I couldn't recognize them. I only recognized my mom and she was sort of like the pilot. Everyone on that plane had something against me. Like they wanted me to be a prisoner. Anyways next thing I know I'm finally in Russia. I get off the plane and I'm already in the place I would be staying at, which was some sort of open corner. Then I settled down in that non-private corner, got dressed and headed out. It was time to go out and wander in a place I've never been to before. I walked around until I found this with many historic statues in it. These statues where outside, not indoors. I had a strange yet strong appeal and interest towards these statues. So I just stopped and stared at them for a while.