My fly Step one. Ryazan train station, temperature -24C. I stay on the platform, three large bags is near my foot. There are different shades of grey color around me: snow, buildings, asfalt, sky... I feel I am in a black and white movie. It is cold, but I am warmed by anxiety about an airplane. Step two. Moscow airport, temperature -26C. Trying not to think about a flying I am looking around. High ceilings, big windows and large planes outside make people in the hall too small. They are seem not worried, may be me too. Step three. Hong-Kong airport, temperature +28C. Full impression of flying I take new impression from night Hong-Kong: warm air, palms, flowers… It is time for sleep, but I do not want to sleep because all around me is so new and unusual for me. It is like a miracle or move in time from winter to summer.