I'm a simple emigrant and I love to surprise people

Therefore, having said nothing to anyone, I headed to Tyumen. To save on tickets, I planned the 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 departure was from another city, and I still had two hours by bus to get there — that isn’t something to take into account, right? At nine in the morning I decided to check whether the bus ticket had downloaded, and found out 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 and at 9:44 I was sitting in my seat. But because of all this I didn’t manage to check in for the flight, and this procedure at Pobeda’s international airports costs 25€, I walked and hoped that the local staff simply weren’t aware of this rule. Aha, of course, in a ten-meter queue there were two announcements about it. I approached, handed over my passport, smiling sweetly, they issued me a boarding pass and didn’t ask for money. Phew. The flight went normally; in the last half hour I got tired of reading and started guessing what? Right, self-flagellation. Here I sit, lamenting my past and future, and watching as we first lined up with the pine trees, and then again began to gain altitude: we couldn’t land because of the strong wind. And so we went around for a second circle, not that it was life-threatening, but all my past thoughts seemed so small and insignificant to me. The next flight was delayed by an hour, but I even liked it — it gave the people at home a chance to sleep in. The surprise, by the way, turned out great and the next week I will spend in Tyumen. #russia