«Carabela» Creates My Present Life«Каравелла» делает моё настоящее

I open heavy metal door with painted anchors on it, cross threshold and have to blink for moment because an orange wave is flooding my sight, full of hilarious rumbling, children’s laugh and lots of palms outstretched for a handshake… This is how I remember 4th of October, 2008, the day when I came to…