Matías was a whirlwind of emotions when he boarded the plane in Mexico City. He had never traveled outside of Central America, and the idea of going to Moscow, a city so steeped in history and cultural grandeur, was both exhilarating and intimidating.
The long flight was a journey in itself, a confined space where time and people were suspended in a void between the life he knew and the infinite futures awaiting him.
Upon arrival in Moscow, Mat was immediately struck by the stark contrast between the vibrant, colorful energy of Mexico and the imposing, grandiose architecture of Moscow, its monumental buildings and broad avenues radiating power and history.
Despite his modest background and official lack of diplomatic status, Mat was greeted at the airport as if he were someone of high importance. The cold air bit at his skin as he was whisked away by an official car. The journey from the airport through Moscow to the government facility outside of the metro area offered a panoramic view of the city's many faces, from the gleaming domes of its historic churches to the stark, utilitarian blocks of its Soviet-era buildings.
Arriving at the Garden, he was met with a mix of curiosity and chaos. It seemed he was unexpected, though he did not understand why. He didn’t so much as own a coat, although Damien warned him prior to his departure that he would be shocked by the weather swing. Therefore, he hurried from the car to a gate house where he literally sat in a folding chair while those around him figured out what to do with him..
The long flight was a journey in itself, a confined space where time and people were suspended in a void between the life he knew and the infinite futures awaiting him.
Upon arrival in Moscow, Mat was immediately struck by the stark contrast between the vibrant, colorful energy of Mexico and the imposing, grandiose architecture of Moscow, its monumental buildings and broad avenues radiating power and history.
Despite his modest background and official lack of diplomatic status, Mat was greeted at the airport as if he were someone of high importance. The cold air bit at his skin as he was whisked away by an official car. The journey from the airport through Moscow to the government facility outside of the metro area offered a panoramic view of the city's many faces, from the gleaming domes of its historic churches to the stark, utilitarian blocks of its Soviet-era buildings.
Arriving at the Garden, he was met with a mix of curiosity and chaos. It seemed he was unexpected, though he did not understand why. He didn’t so much as own a coat, although Damien warned him prior to his departure that he would be shocked by the weather swing. Therefore, he hurried from the car to a gate house where he literally sat in a folding chair while those around him figured out what to do with him..