It was January 19th when we touched the soil of Soviet Russia. A feeling of solemnity, a feeling of reverence, overcame me. A strong desire made me fall to my knees and kiss the ground. The ground sanctified by the blood of generations that suffered and sacrificed. Never before, even when I was freed from the terrible nightmare of my 14-year imprisonment, had I been so deeply moved, feeling the desire to embrace all of humanity, to touch my heart to its feet. It was the most wonderful day of my life. My spirit was proud, yet calm, aware of the true Social Revolution. What depths, what greatness existed within it, what immeasurable possibilities opened up within its horizons!