I returned to France three months ago, but I can’t forget nine months spent in Siberia. It creates memories and contacts vk or facebook that you want to rewrite, even if you put an eternity to answer. After all this time, we begin to know a lot of people… Continue reading
“What are you doing in Krasnoyarsk?” I have often been asked this question. It is a good question. What does an EVS volunteer do in Interra? Some answers with words and pictures.
« Et qu’est-ce que tu fais, à Krasnoïarsk ? » On m’a souvent posé cette question. C’est vrai, ça. Que fait un volontaire en service volontaire européen à Interra ? Quelques éléments de réponse en mots et en images.
“Чем ты занимаешься в Красноярске?” Мне очень много раз задавали этот вопрос. Это – хороший вопрос. Чем занимается ЕВС-волонтер в Интерре? Вот я отвечу, словами и фотографиями.
When Argentine sun and Siberian snow meet, the result is great. This spring – yes, yes, we sank in six centimetres of snow when we ventured a bit in nature, but still, it was spring, Natalia taught the tango far from his country of origin, in a village lost in the depths of South Siberia. It is here, in Petropavlovka, that the organization Grüner Grashalm eV. stays and where adventurers from different countries get to know each other, make friends and share moments with the people of the village. In April 2017, the tango was in the spotlight. Continue reading
During my nine months in Krasnoyarsk, I have had plenty of time to visit the museums. Continue reading
If someone had entered Pilot on Sunday 9th April at 19.30 about, he would have seen strange people playing with oranges and cones. Everything was alright, they were just playing a French game named “pétanque” with what they had on hand. The aim is to as close as possible to the “cochonnet” (the little ball) . But Interra’s French evening was not just about playing. You could also hear traditional and more recent French songs, or fly with the French poet Jacques Prévert’s birds while the group “linguistic theatre” were reading his poem. Continue reading
“I will enjoy this free week to discover other Russian cities.” That’s what I told myself before booking a youth hostel and spinning at the train station to buy a ticket to Novosibirsk. The journey would take me even further, as far as Yekaterinburg. Continue reading
In 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
Friday. 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
Sunday 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
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