Wednesday, 2 September 2009

Moscú en mis sueños

Last night I dreamt about Moscow. It was a strange dream; instead of New York we found ourselves in the Russian capital completely by mistake. Once we realised where we were, we started running. In two days we wanted to go to all the places we used to go, see the things we used to see and do the things we used to do.

The other day I found these photos in an envelope that was collecting dust. It was such a wonderful surprise since it is all that remains from that year, together with some faded memories.

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