I am just outside Shoreditch tube station, it's a regular day in east London, black cabs, bikes, buses hit the road under the usual grey sky. I am going to apply for my visa, I pass trough the lively streets of the east-end, bars are crowded, my first step to a further EAST.
A walk on the edge between two beautiful Italian regions, Emilia Romagna and Tuscany, silence and nature bring us to untouched places. It's nearly the end of the year, the mountains's peaks are white and touch a blue sky that we very rarelly see in The Big Smoke(London).
Again walking and walking trough Arbatskaya, I arrived, I am in the heart of Moscow. The city is hard, cold, people run from one place to another with indifference, wrapped up in their heavy coats. I constantly talk with people, although very few speak my language, anyway it's always a surprise, a new story. Living an other city, an other story.
Those winters are almost gone, I am now heading for a brighter chapter.