LaGuardia

this is probably the worst part of the trip... Why? u'll see

so we arrived 2 NYC. My first thought: welcome 2 moscow. It was so shitty there. later I found out that it was Queens... as soon as we got through the customs a guy with a ukranian accent comes and says that he's here 2 pick us up. We were shocked.  Like he doesn't even know our name, he didn't introduce himself... We both felt smth wrong at once. So we decided not 2 go with him. But where? I called Val and he gave us his parents number. Unfortunately they were already sleepin' so we had 2 spend a night in the airport. I'll never forget that terrible night. I was  at a loss... I had no idea what 2 do. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat. So I just sat still with Natalie sleepin on my shoulder ans holding my suitcase tightly. The airport was empty? we were absolutely alone... sometimes I danced, I don't know because of what: either I was cold, or scared. Maybe both. At night we met a black police man. He cheered us up a bit.

In the morning I called Val's parents. Luckily they were at home. When I heard Marina's voice I almost fainted. At that time I knew we were rescued. Later that day they picked us up and took us 2 Long Island. 

Thanks alot 2 all the people that helped us in the airport. It would have been much harder without them. 

this was the part of the trip, when I realized that everything is 4 real. I'm all alone and I can only rely on myself