The morning passed by pretty smooth. Felt almost like air turbulence on my face caused by the 7am subway to petersburg. The paper cup filled with coffee still felt warm and I wrapped my hand around it a little bit closer. Here I was on my way to work. Like always the company’s back-office paper tiger had booked one of the cheapest hotels, which in this case was not just lousy, but also located far outside of the city. So it would take me another hour to get where I needed to be at 10 o’clock – the convention center. Despite the coffee I felt chilly. The kind of cold that runs down your back, while you’re waiting for hot water in a crappy hotel shower. All kinds of people were frantically walking in and out of the subway station. Right in this spot I felt like an alien.