Our epic adventure begins. My daughter Anna and I flew into Moscow's Domodedevo. We took the airport express into town, met my other daughter Josie, and from there took metro and then a short walk to the block of flats where she was staying.
It is perhaps unfortunate that I am reading "1984" at present, for the Soviet-era block of flats resembles nothing so much as "Victory Mansions" at the start of Orwell's book.
We went out to dinner at a nearby Uzbeki restaurant. The music was jazz-funk covers of Nirvana, System of a Down, Avril Lavine, Boney
M & Britney Spears. As Josie says, "c'est normale en Russe".
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