"Gazprom - dreams come true" ... in America © Everyone has dreams. And everyone who dreams of something looks forward to the moment when that dream becomes reality. It just so happened that my dreams started coming true nowhere else but in the USA. And now, for the details. I always wanted to ride a roller coaster. A real roller coaster. Where your breath is taken away, where it feels like you're about to fall out of your seat, where you get a view of the whole city at the highest point. And I did it! To actually end up in that seat, we had to stand in an hour-long line. During that time, we joked, recalled scenes from the movie "Final Destination," and were just plain bored. However, the wait was worth it. Those were three unforgettable minutes of screaming. Another long-held dream came true. I attended a football match. A cool one. Unforgettable. Between awesome teams. It was a game between PSG and Manchester United. (Who is it?) We covered the distance between Dells and Chicago, which felt like an eternity, almost missed the match, and met a cool family from Mexico, with whom we walked to the stadium. As soon as we went inside, we were literally swept up in an atmosphere of celebration and eternal fun. We didn't buy front-row tickets. Far from the front row. Like, really far from the front row, but even from there, we had a magnificent view of the field. We cheered when PSG scored, got upset when the Manchester players missed, and it didn't matter at all who won that day. The main thing was that we saw it with our own eyes. I love spicy food. And I was sure that someday, I would definitely try the spiciest sauce. It turned out that this also came true in the land of Franklin and Roosevelt. (Lucky man) Once, all the Dunkin' employees were invited to a Mexican restaurant called Jose’s. After agreeing on the day and time, they picked me up, and we headed to the restaurant. Upon arrival, the restaurant owner was pleasantly surprised by the number of guests (there were about 20 of us) and asked us to wait so he could combine tables and seat us all together. After an hour of waiting, we finally sat down, ordered food, and waited again. But this time, the wait turned out to be interesting. We noticed different sauces on the table. Having said that I had always dreamed of trying the spiciest sauce in the world, they didn't think twice before asking the waiter which of these sauces was the hottest. Pointing to a specific bottle, I immediately rushed to try it. And that was a big mistake. If Professor Emmett Brown could transport me back to that moment in his time machine, I would never say those words again. Nevertheless, I tried it. It was that awkward moment when you didn't intend to shed tears, but your body decides for you. It's impossible to describe the intensity of that sauce. It's like mixing the best action movies of the 90s together and serving them on a platter. (What are you talking about?) While I was writing about all this, I completely forgot that my most cherished dream had come true – to see America with my own eyes, to be in an American environment, to talk with Americans, to feel American freedom for myself, and finally, to understand the meaning of the American dream. To understand how much it differs from the America in movies or pictures. To find out why so many people want to come to this country so badly. Fortunately, I managed to see, be, talk, feel, understand, and learn. And following these desires, a new, hitherto unknown, and extremely exciting one appeared. The desire – to do it all over again.
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