Five days in Moscow. Train there. Metro everywhere. Train back. Perfect for someone like me who’s obsessed with trains. But I’m wrecked. And full. Because Moscow is stunning. And heavy. And loud in a way that feels... deep. Like the past never really left. Every metro station feels like a time capsule. Every neighborhood has its own frequency. And I keep asking myself: What makes this place *feel* the way it does? Who built this energy? What was here a hundred years ago— and why can I still feel it? I’ll be back soon with new videos. Real deep dives. But for now... What part of Moscow still lives in *you*?