The Ballad of Saint Petersburg

Again, a new day begins. It’s not the first time I am taking the night train to Saint Petersburg, and the morning light through the window shines on my face again, waking me up. My body slightly rocks with the movement of the train – a pleasant feeling, one only people who slept on Russian…

A story in black and white: the town of Vyazma, part 2

Last week, Vera, my host-mother during my previous trip to Vyazma, invited me to celebrate Halloween. Since I was free this weekend, I of course did not refuse. Together with three other friends who hadn’t been to Vyazma before, we set off. We could only be there for one afternoon, since our train back to…