Estonian quest, Estonian song

Esto_1In the hall, each one prepares the last details. This Friday evening there was an event that a dynamic team had been preparing for some time already. The principle is simple but fun: the team has prepared eight stations to learn something interesting about Estonia: a dance, words, games, or discover that Skype was invented by the Swedes but that the Estonians Have appropriated the idea. Continue reading

How to see an Italian film doubled in Russian arriving half an hour late?

kinograf_1Friday. Night has already fallen. The film (8.5 by Fellini) starts at 8 pm. It’s 8.30 pm. I’m on a street, in search of the cinema Kinograf, 153, Proletarian Street. We are in Russia! No cinema on the horizon. It’s cold. Everything is fine. Not a cat. Anyway, in my opinion, a cat would not help me finding where 8.5 by Fellini is broadcasted. I do not know why, cats are not fans of Fellini. I have often had occasion to notice it. Continue reading

Dacha, bania, heat and snow

Sundatcha_1day night. I had just returned from France when my phone rang. The number was unknown, the voice was not. It was Yura’s, a friend I met obanian my trip to Lake Baikal. “Bratishka!”, he said to make sure I understood who he was. He was in Krasnoyarsk and proposed to repeat the experiment we had had at Lake Baikal: bania. “I’ll pick you up in twenty minutes.” My last round in Russia started on the hook! Continue reading

New year on Lake Baikal

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What better way to celebrate the New Year in a place as mythical as Lake Baikal? A group of friends from Krasnoyarsk, St. Petersburg or Tomsk have done it, and I was with them! The journey started at Krasnoyarsk station, where a good part of the group met at around 2 pm. 2 pm, Krasnoyarsk time: in Russia, the time shown on the tickets and on the station clock is that of Moscow. Thirty minutes later, the train departed for twenty hours of travel through the plateaus and forests of Siberia. In Irkutsk, the journey was not over. We still had four hours traveling by minibus to reach the lodging where we would stay for a few days. We did not wait to use the guitar: in the minibus, we started to sing French and Russian songs. For the rest of the stay, the songs were never ever far away.

Cars on the lake Continue reading