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As we were going more towards the center of the city, the more people of different colors and different heights, wearing different colors would pass our bus. We spent our entire day on that bus waiting to get to London from Paris. We didn’t choose the bus, it was what the money allowed us to buy, but the feeling of seeing the streets change as we got more into the city, as we got closer to London, it was a good feeling. At that moment I remembered the nice white tall and red headed guy who checked my passport at the border said to me after asking me the reason of my visit to the UK. I said I was going to the pride parade, and he smiled at me and said a genuine “Happy Pride”. I was not expecting that connection at that moment but it made me smile. The air was absolutely thicker, as I expected it to be. It was a rainy day which made all the colors greyer but slightly more saturated. The houses were cozy and very well preserved. The red, the green and the blue are the colors that I most remember of the first city we passed by after arriving at docs of the UK. Our bus went inside of a boat to pass through the English Channel which was a crazy experience to live. As we got closer to the center of London, which was where we were going, we started to see more skyscrapers and high buildings, the rain got harder and there were a lot of traffic because of the parade. Stepping in for the first time on a new country is always the most important moment, is your first time actually feeling the place, and the feeling of that moment was PRIDE, unapologetic in all caps. I remember passing through the Kings Cross Station and seeing those people with flags on their hands, painted on their faces, on the hair, on the outfits passing by. The giant grey and much more modern than I expected Kings Cross Station was crowded of people passing through and also waiting and talking. I felt at home. We were still so scared and exhausted that we went straight to Mcdonalds to eat, the safest we could be. As we were eating and talking, another brazilian guy recognizes our language and introduces himself to us. After we talked a little bit he said goodbye, and also Happy Pride, which I was at that moment, happy and proud.