If you come to Moscow

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The jungle was so huge. He remembered seeing it from the plane when flying to Cancun. From up there, the vegetation’s color was dark green, and he thought it was the ocean. Then, once the plane started to descend, he was able to see even the waves.
It had already been late, but they didn’t want to sleep. And because they were worried that Keshet would complain again about them being too loud, they decided to leave the kitchen. First, they thought they would go to the shala. But then Mauricio asked, “Shall we make a fire?”