I'm a simple emigrant and I love to make surprises

Therefore, without telling anyone anything, I headed to Tyumen. To save on tickets, I planned a departure from Cologne; the departure was at 13:50, and I, calm, postponed a ton of tasks for the morning and went to sleep. The fact that the flight was from another city, and I still had two hours by bus to get there — that’s not something to take into account, right? At nine in the morning I decided to check whether the bus ticket had downloaded, and found that it leaves in 45 minutes. Grabbing my toothbrush and bag, I rushed to the stop, rode the metro without a ticket — there was no time to buy one, then ran to the bus as well, and at 9:44 I was sitting in my seat. But because of all that I didn’t manage to check in for the flight, and this check-in procedure at foreign airports with Pobeda costs €25; I walked and hoped that the local staff simply didn’t know about this rule. Ha, of course, in a ten-meter queue there were two announcements about it. I approached, handed over my passport, smiling, I was issued a boarding pass and they didn’t ask for money. That was lucky. The flight went normally, in the last half hour I got tired of reading and started doing guess what? Right, self-flagellation. Here I sit lamenting my past and future, and watching as we first lined up with the fir trees, and then began to gain altitude again: we couldn’t land because of the strong wind. And then we went around for a second circle, not that it was life-threatening, but all those past thoughts seemed so petty and insignificant. The next flight was delayed by an hour, but I even liked it — it gave the home folks a chance to sleep in. By the way, the surprise turned out great and I will spend the next week in Tyumen. #russia