! how much I hate the city, how much I hate this city, imprisoned like the living come out of it only naked, imprisoned like the living come out of it only naked! ! for new Moldavian cities, you gave us labor and hospices, you crushed us to pieces under the trams

CULTURAL RELATIONS “Ambassador, the ship is two minutes from orbit. The command is waiting for you on deck.” The officer politely retreats and motions me to the door. I go out, in a hurry to follow the invitation. The Great Moment is approaching. Emotions churn my stomach. I would postpone the bridge to