One day, I got a message from the guys suggesting we go to a football match as a big group. At first, I thought for a long time whether to go or not; after all, the ticket was $75, not $30 or $45. Football, Liverpool, Sevilla—they meant nothing to me, just empty words. But I thought it was worth seeing a match with my own eyes at least once in my life, especially since these clubs are at the top of the football world. And as always, as it usually happens, the day before the game, I decided: I'M GOING. In the end, on the day of the match, we gathered: J-1 students and Boston University students. Meeting people, talking. It was fun. And when the match started, it was even more fun. The atmosphere, the fans in red, the shouts of "Liverpoooool" will stay with me for the rest of my life. The funniest part is that they lost to Sevilla 1:2. After the match, the J-1 girls from Hyannis headed back home, but I bought a ticket for the evening of the next day—it's Boston, after all, I had to see a lot, and I had big plans for the next day. I thought about sleeping at the station; it was a pity to spend $80 for one night. I arrived at the station, and instead of just sitting there, I decided to sort through photos from my camera, but I didn't have a pin for the memory card handy, so I started asking people sitting nearby. I ran into two of my compatriots and a guy from Kyrgyzstan. It turned out that the Kyrgyz guy studies in China, where I study, and it also turned out that we had applied through a mutual acquaintance, we are in the same group, and what's really cool—we had been messaging each other a month ago. What a small world. In the end, I didn't have to sleep at the station; the four of us went for a walk around the night city. A big city really empties out at night. There was no one around—well, actually, no. We ran into some black racists who were yelling at us, but we ran away*))) That's how, across the ocean, I was convinced once again that the world is really very small.
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