Les Soviets plus l'électricité

Wandering through Russia as if through someone else's house.
"Day two is the worst. It was the same in the train : on the second day, I stamped my feet impatiently. Then, from the third day on, it gets better. You get used to the slowness, to the monotonous landscape, to a life made up of short sleep-eat-wait cycles having absolutely nothing to do with the usual timing of a day."
Advertisements for linoleum as if it were some precious stone, and entire cities - built on gold mines – left abandoned. There is no such thing as Russian chaos. Just Europe stretching all the way to the Pacific Ocean, and no longer merely to the ghostly Oural Mountains.