I'm a simple emigrant and I love visiting Russia

About once every six months I try to see my relatives and friends and go home. Among emigrants there are constant discussions about what we call home. For me this has never been a subject of reflection: my home is where my family is and where I live on my own. Two whole homes, in Tyumen and in Frankfurt, why not? On this flight, as always, there were adventures. After everyone was seated on 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 is not worth it, and after an hour of waiting, we were asked to transfer to another aircraft. I can imagine how it was for superstitious people or those who are 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 got there. Well, since that’s the case, I am taking a short vacation to cuddle with my cats and I invite our readers to enjoy posts about Singapore together with me for the next two weeks. Tell in the comments about your crazy flights, or else it seems like this always happens to me! #emigrant_happiness #russia