It was our second last day in Moscow and we decided to spend the day in Red Square. One of our friends were looking for an old Soviet Union flag and we couldn’t find one in Kaliningrad. We knew we would be able to find one in the many open markets.
Red Square was unbelievable busy. People were enjoying the lovely summer weather and before we knew it, Andrey and I lost each other. I walked up and down but couldn`t find him. He always tells me to stay in one place and I did that for about 2 hours and then decided to go and look for him.
I knew he was looking for the flag so I decided to head into the direction of the markets. I must have walked in circles for almost an hour. I found many flags but no Andrey. By this time I got a little cheesed off but also felt a strange panic. What if we don`t find each other? When would be a good time to go up to the police, telling them that I am looking for my husband? I had no money on me, no cellphone and not even directions for the place where we were staying. Most of the information was stored on my computer, so how would they be able to help me?
In fact, the whole situation sounded so pathetic that I started to laugh. Maybe they would take me to a police station and offer me Vodka to pass the time. Now that didn`t sound like a bad idea. I could write a wonderful story about it!
As I walked through the markets I heard the sound of drums. Street performers were in action I thought to myself. The music that was playing was so beautiful and sounded like some of the traditional folklore music that I have heard before. In front of me was a stage and a man was banging on the drums. A small crowd started to gather in front of him and that is when I saw the man with the blue shirt.
I took my pocket camera out to record a movie clip of the moment. Next thing I saw him swaying his hips to the music and moving his arms. I am not sure if he was drunk or just in a very happy mood but he made me smile. A couple more moves and then he abruptly walked away and joined his friends. He did come back one more time but it looked like he lost interest in entertaining the crowds.
Talking about entertaining, the street entertainer was really good! I stood there for a while, enjoying the music and completely forgetting about finding Andrey. Good thing because I think he arms were very tired after banging that drum for about 30 minutes.
I got up and walked back towards the market. That`s when I saw him. I felt a wave of relief,knowing that I will not spend the night in Red Square or at a police station but safely in our apartment. Andrey didn`t look too worried, he knew he would find me eventually.
Have you ever found yourself in a similar situation?