Collecting Moments

Halloween in Russia It's a strange feeling, like being in a country I've never visited before. The bus drives through the suburbs with empty, deserted streets. The stops are not announced, everyone seems to know when it's their turn to disappear into the darkness. I had to get off at a stop called "South". My feet were freezing, so the prospect of jumping into the sun warmed me up during the whole ride. Finally, I got off into the pitch black night of the "south". It was still minus ten and the lights of the cars reflected in the icy puddles. I followed a woman into the village. I remembered her deep, smoky, strong voice I had heard on the bus. "Aren't you afraid to walk here alone every night?" I asked. "Afraid of whom? They should be afraid of me," she replied, zigzagging between the holes in the ground. "Sometimes I come back at one in the morning." "Oh, I'm lucky you finished early today." She didn&

Папа принёс этюд-картину. Мой любимый.

Как же приятно было первые дни. Нет, не хочу здесь жить, не собираюсь оставаться, не буду ничего покупать. Я путешествую - легко, свободно, билет в одну сторону. Да, промотать. Всё? Почему бы и нет? Чтобы встречать новых людей, слушать их, писать об их судьбах. Чтобы ничего не искать. Чтобы чувствовать себя живой. И вот иду я по осенне-солнечному Пренцлауэр-Бергу сегодня утром и думаю "какой чудесный город, задержаться бы в нём". А завтра мне снова в путь. Я улетаю. В Москву.

Non-Amsterdam Amsterdam :)

Ice-cream anyone? :)

That morning the sand storm brought Santa. The one I’ve seen in foreign books - in a red suit with long white beard. - I didn’t get a chance to talk to you earlier on. I just would like to wish you a happy Christmas, - he said. - Thank you, - I didn’t know what I was supposed to answer. - How are you? Where are you from? - The desert. - Oh, I heard it’s a beautiful place. Mrs. Claus was telling me the other day that it’s all sand there. Is it? - It is. - You see, all we see really is snow. It’s all white over there. - All we see here is sun, - I said laughing. - I wouldn't like sun, I would melt in the sun. Now, I’ve heard you’ve been very very good. - Really? - Yes, so what would you like for Christmas? - I’d like to see the world. - Oh, that’s great. - Can I stay, Santa, in your house? - I have to ask Ms. Clause first. And you’ll have to share the room with loads of elves. Do you like elves? - I think, I do. And I want to see the snow. - Oh, that’s easy. But now

This is Bob, 70 years old. He buys ruins and turns them into beautiful atmospheric houses working all alone. "Tomorrow there will be a kitchen here..."