I’m going to cut a branch off and see if it can take root in my garden.
There is a distinct lack of litter bins in the streets…so people just use the streets. Or whatever takes their fancy. I’m sure after two bottles, doing that was simply hilarious.
On a different note, myself and visiting friends managed to miss the military parade on the 9th of May, which only lasted for 30 minutes from what I’ve been told. That’s what fooled us, I guess we were all expecting a Stalinian display lasting 4 hours. I think they save that one for Red Square. I’ve been to Moscow since but have managed to lose all my photos, so my planned feature on crazy muscovite architecture has gone down the toilet. I’m very very annoyed.
I only have precisely 15 days left in Russia. I feel like I should write something grand and inspiring on the subject of my most unusual year abroad, but I might wait until I’ve drunk a bit and decorated a tree with the empties. I’m mostly conscious of an overwhelming feeling of time running out of me. I haven’t written a quarter of what I’d planned. I was going to go into anthropoligical society pieces, about the Soviet past and Jackboot-Liberal present, about gender relations, the cities and the country, and publish many more photos. I’m disappointed but on the other hand, I needed some time to do my living and experiencing. The unexamined life isn’t worth living, yes, but the unlived life isn’t worth examining. And I’m sure all those unwritten observations will pop up some time or other in my future writings -for there will be more, make no mistake about that, I’ve enjoyed doing this and will easily find another excuse to do so again. For now I’m going to go and do some more soaking up of the Piter atmosphere…