The babushka behind the counter let out a booming laugh. "Vkusno, krasavitsa! Vkusno!"
Elif stared at the pocket-sized book in her hands, its title——staring back in bold letters. She was standing in the middle of Moscow’s Sheremetyevo Airport, surrounded by a whirlwind of Cyrillic signs and the rapid-fire chatter of people who sounded like they were reciting poetry and casting spells at the same time. RusГ§a Gezi Ve KonuЕџma Rehberi
On her final night, sitting by the Moskva River, Elif looked at the back of the book. She hadn't just survived the trip; she had felt the city. She realized that while an app gives you the answer, a gives you an interaction. The babushka behind the counter let out a booming laugh