Sunday, November 23, 2014

the last day on the far, far north

We drove along the hilly roads in Murmansk from Zapolyarny. It was my last day in the far north in 2014. I wanted to cry, because I knew that I would see him only after many months in the summer. He was nervous, he looked like a cold scaur. A few hours later, I went through passport control at the airport and sat waiting for my flight in the hall. I cried alone. The last thing I saw in the north, was the flyer Chanel, beautiful picture with beautiful model cheer me up. I sat in a small plane and after a couple hours I went back home.

Thank you.)

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