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TBTuiana Budaevagirlfriend.206 · 31 janv. 2015Lire

Good morning, afternoon, evening, friends) I would like to tell you why my blog is called "Center of Europe". I'll start by saying that in 2014 I applied for a US visa through the Work and Travel USA program, but I was denied. At that moment, it felt like a total fiasco, a crushing failure, and many other things I could have called it. BUT after the rejection, an even greater desire to visit America ignited in me, and I think I will succeed in the near future) A few minutes later, I called the director of the center and reported the refusal. She sympathized, of course, and told me not to be discouraged, as there are other programs. She suggested "Study in Prague" to me, specifically for the English language. Having set my goal, I "headed" there. And so begins the story of "Prazhka" (as I started calling it so affectionately after the trip). I got the visa without any problems. From the very first moments, it delighted me: when leaving the airport, I saw a bunch of signs with the word "POZOR"—which actually meant "Attention". Here I was in the center of Europe, where everything is "within reach": Berlin, Dresden, Vienna, Munich, and other European cities and capitals. Those lovely red-tiled roofs, uneven roads where you can only walk in flat shoes, people speaking different languages everywhere, of different nationalities, who are also kind and sweet. I made new friends with whom I still keep in touch)) ALL of this so charmed my heart that I realized travel is a door to new discoveries for the soul. So, people who are only striving for America, turn your gaze to Europe as well; don't be crushed by visa refusals, because there is always a choice and an opportunity. I can only add one thing: the desire to go to America will always remain, but now it's just another country to travel to)

AMAlexandra Mayevaalex.mokkochino · 17 juin 2014Lire

I didn't worry about the trip for a single minute, so please take my upcoming posts about my first impressions in the context of my complete lack of emotion. Back at Domodedovo, we hit it off with Andrey, and all we did was roast Munich and Nojabrxsk. They even sat us together on the plane, and we kept wondering what to do with the Milk if you've already taken juice, and what to do with the pure orange juice if you can't drink any more. Contrary to my fears, we flew British Airways, whose service pleased me more than I expected. First of all, everyone was guaranteed a blanket, and secondly, it was, of course, the cutest breakfast. However, during the entire four-hour flight, while our crew call light was on, not a single flight attendant deigned to come over to us. And as for the flight attendants, it's just unbelievable! Of course, Britain has never been known for good taste, starting with the royal family. The landing was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen from a porthole in my life. We descended over green fields, crisscrossed by gray roads with left-hand traffic. Tiny houses with garages are scattered everywhere. Swamps that look cleaner even from a bird's-eye view than the Caspian Sea. Everything is wonderful: the bridges, the highway, the double-decker buses on it, and the poplars around - but everything screams of excessive childishness. It just reeks of Britishness. Oh, and there was an Irish Aer Lingus on the runway. Seriously. Heathrow Airport has a rather complicated inspection system: take out all liquids, then the belt control, then the frame, but they didn't even take the liquids away. It was terribly, TERRIBLY long, and when I finished, I had 15 minutes before departure to get to the gate. ------------- I kept a blog on VKontakte (https://vk.com/wielec_usa), more information there! https://vk.com/dushezz.fizz