For the first 40 minutes that I was seating in a mini-bus heading to Saint Petersburg within a crowd of dear Russians I felt a strong rejection of the already forgotten reality. My lovely co-citizens were loudly discussing their lives while simultaneously consuming wine with some salty cucumbers 0_o. Their rather typical Russian behavior, after my three-and-a-half years of relatively permanent residence in Finland, got me slightly scandalized. Yet just one hour later, I got totally adopted and the whole trip started to appear pleasant and somewhat even romantic.

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