Well, guys. It's a bit out of my rules to describe any of my journeys here, but this time I'd like to violate the rules (once again

). Anyway there will be few people who will read this
I'm in New York

It's my first time in America. So impressions are fresh.
We're renting a flat in Brooklyn. If you ever go to NY, don't do this! It's a poor, disadvantaged and absolutely black district. I guess it's one of those districts which people warned me not to ever enter

: they say there are such districts in NY that whenever a European-looking person enters it, he's in danger. There are 100.00% afroamericans in the area where we live. We are the only and inappropriate whites. I guess it could cure anyone from any type of nationalism

It would be very interesting to visit this area once (it's so atmospheric), but not to live here: some feeling of hopelessness is in the air. And it's far away from the center!
As for the center. We arrived in the afternoon, but got to the center only in the evening. When we first got out of the subway at Times Square (NY "main square"), we congratulated each other on the fact that NOW we've arrived to NY

Everything which had been before doesn't count. I don't know how to describe it. The skyscapers, neon lights making night as light as day, crowds of very different people, mixture of cultures. It sounds trivial, but it doesn't feel like this. It feels dizzy. Even after Moscow.
We are three girls, my friends and me. We've banned the usage of Russian while we are in America

We speak English among us, to other people of course and even to our friends whom we call from here. The only exception is parents. The lack of my native language made me feel awfully homesick for the first couple of ours (since we left the plane)

But then it turned out to be so nice, convenient and natural

I definitely like the game

It doesn't hamper communication at all. We are constantly joking - nice stupid jokes of a very Russian spirit, but in English

I'm surprised that it's possible. At first it was difficult to remeber what language to speak after you wake up. Some of us began speaking Russian, and we went on for a minute or two until somebody else remebered and said something like: "What are these strange sounds coming of your mouth?", "What is this language? Is it Chinese?", "Are you possessed by aliens who force you to speak a nonexistent language?"
Yesterday we were walking around Manhattan and discussing our impressions. One of the girls said that she likes the city but doen't think she'll miss it. My feeling was (and is) the opposite: I doubt if I like the city, but I guess I'll miss it. Much. The other girl agreed with this
That's enough for the first time, I guess I will write more some time later
And if I have anything to say on any of the topics being discussed, I wil say it here and in English, cause I'd like to fall out of the game as little as possible
