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Each time visiting Moscow is a challenge for me. It is time to analyse myself and reality around me or to take some forgotten file from my memories and looking through it again to find some forgotten page or picture which tells me a story and affects me-now, me-in-future.

I love Moscow metro. It had been written a lot about this topic and I’m going to do it one more time.

Why?

This is a huge part of Moscow-today culture. Enormous amount of people leave their energy print on the metro every day spending there hours of time and kilos of emotions. Btw, I have to think about later, why I measure emotion in kilos. Individuals of the crowd disgusted in rush-hours, kissing teenager-couples and sight of people sitting in front of each other.

Before, everyone was reading in metro: young people were reading books, older women - magazines and men were reading sport news. Nowadays everyone have a headset with wires seeming to come straight out of their heats. What does the heart tell them? Are they listening to their heart? (Oh, if only it would be really possible to connect heart and mind!) And a classical question “Vi vihodite?” has transformed into a slight movement of the lips. What else a stranger may ask you in the metro?

What was the strangest question you’ve ever head in a metro? Once, a woman of about 45 years old asked me to marry her son. All my explanations that I’m leaving Russia in a month hadn’t have an effect I expected, so she continued to pursue me until I told her pretty straight everything I thought about the most actual social problems for that moment. She could be a perfect marketing agent.

To be continued...