I'm a simple emigrant and I love coming to Russia

About once every six months I try to see my family and friends and go home. Among expats there are constant conversations about what we call home. For me, it has never been a matter of contemplation: my home is where my family is and where I live on my own. Two whole homes, in Tyumen and in Frankfurt, why not? This flight, as usual, wasn't without adventures. After everyone had boarded the plane, it turned out that the pilots smelled some strange odor, and we all went together for an inspection. Apparently the mechanics said that flying on this plane wasn't worth it, and after an hour of waiting, we were asked to transfer to another aircraft. I can imagine how it was for those who are superstitious or afraid of flying; personally I was just glad that whatever it was was discovered on the ground. In the end, we arrived with a delay of only two and a half hours, and the main thing is that we did get there. Well, and since it's like that, I’m going on a small vacation to cuddle with my cats, and I invite our readers to enjoy posts about Singapore with me over the next two weeks. Tell in the comments about your crazy flights, or it might seem like this always happens only to me! #emigrant_happiness #russia