Out the window spreads the neighborhood where Behemoth wandered. From this vantage point above I witness nightfall across Patriarch Ponds. Sunlight is gradually replaced by the street lamps, twinkling candles on cafe verandas, and the dim glow of cigarettes. This cozy neighborhood is as much Russian as it is European, if not for the Cyrillic signage […]
Clean Enough to Swim
I asked him if we could go swimming. Actually, I asked him if he could swim at all. It’s a fair question though because he is from Siberia. If you’re not familiar with Siberia, and honestly who is, here’s a history typical of almost all Siberian cities: a small medieval trading post sits out in […]
