Summer night in Moscow is short and pale, merely a shadowed version of the day. Maybe it's because I have never been fully emerged in it. My last night in Moscow was moonless. In the stillness of the dawn, our taxi-bus drove past the cool birch forest. Farewell. The trees whispered. Farewell. I said.
Farewell, my memory card which held 600 photos. However, my memories are not lost.
I remember the lone star that hung from the wing during my flight.
I remember the mossy green hallway and its rooms.
I remember the balcony overlooking the birches and the wind that tickled me as I slept.
I remember the gatherings through the wee hours of the morning and the cradling movements of the bus.
I remember the walk arround the campus, its majestic towers and its rooms that bathed in darkness.
I remember the black lacquer boxes, the long figures of the saints, the golden domes of cathedrals and the view from the Moskow river.
I remember the tast of salt and bread, the smell of mushroom soup, the texture of caviar and the funny consistency of the mystery meat.
Most importantly, I remember the faces around the table, the clasped hands, our success and our failures.
Need I say more?
On the great Russian soul - velikaya russkaya dusha
It is said that the only thing you'll ever need to learn about Russians to understand them is their soul, but it is something that you will never learn. According to Dostoevsky, "the most basic, most rudimentary spiritual need of the Russian people is the need for suffering, ever-present and unquenchable, everywhere and in everything" [1]
I guess that I have at least one thing in commun with the russians...
"How many photographers does it take to come up with one great shot? In this case, about 50. After comparing tourist shots of the world’s most visited places – from the Great Pyramid of Giza in Egypt to the Matterhorn in Switzerland – Corinne Vionnet noticed that travellers weren’t just snapping photos of these iconic sites; they were shooting them from the same angles. Layering 50 similar frames found on the Internet, the Switzerland-born, France-based artist creates one dreamlike image, a superimposed carbon copy of the original. “Shared experiences create culture,” says Vionnet, who explains that these images – and the places themselves – become part of our collective memory. "
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