My Little Escape - Episode 3

The morning was cold. I could hear the wind howling against my window. Little drops of rain, rippled through the air, making silent sounds that woke me up in that cold morning in Moscow, Russia. And I told myself, I have to wake up.

I was surprised when my teacher in France sent me an email, three weeks ago, offering me to play in a recital in one of Russia's prestigious music school. She told me it was a friendly recital, musicians all over the world were invited to play. One of them was my favourite pianist - Lang Lang.

To end my journey, I decided to go on the wild and adventerous side of traveling.

I'm taking, the Siberian Expressway to Beijing.

My parents were shocked to hear me making that decision. So did I. I did not imagine myself taking this form of travelling back, but I told myself, it's worth a shot and I'm sure it will be one hell experience of a lifetime. So there I go, a 12 days long journey to Beijing. On a train.

So I quickly took a bath on that morning, and quickly took a taxi to the Moscow train station. My bags were packed nicely the night before, I knew I won't have time packing them all again this morning. I checked in at the station, and waited for the train to come, and leave for the long and adventerous journey to Beijing.

Waiting for the train to arrive made me remember those days when I was travelling in Norway, in 2009. I was waiting for a train from Oslo to Bergen. That was my first ever train ride, a long train ride of my life. After staring at the blank space for a while, a conductor tapped my shoulder and said "Aren't you going up sir?"

This time round, I decided to travel in style. I booked the first class cabin. The seat was comfortable, I had my own room, and a window all to myself. I've prepared lots of things for the journey. One of the most quintessential, is my iPod, Music never fails to accompany me during long journeys. It's like a good friend of mine.

And so there we go, the journey to Beijing. The train started moving as it picked up its speed. View started changing. From the city-scape of Moscow to the grassy fields. Beautiful lakes, mountaineous region and little cows that herd around a green field.

A few days had passed, and I woke up in the morning. The sunshine shone through my window as it gave warmth to my face. And alas, I realised, we were in Central Asia. I quickly took my iPod, and listened to Borodin's In The Steppes of Central Asia. The song, perfectly painted the scene, when I first heard it in 2010. And to think that I am here, right now, in Central Asia, I just simply smiled, and move my hands as I "conduct" the song.

That was all to my long journey to Beijing. It was fun, lovely and wonderful. Nothing could ever replace a memory like this. Nothing could exchange and experience like so. It was an amazing experience. One, that I would never forget.

PS: Again, this story is fictional. Nothing is true (except for the part about my Norway travel, and me listening to Borodin In the Steppes of Central Asia). The informations are not true but again, who knows it will come true for me? :)