Criminal, criminal..

 

17413686140_8448458f2b_bI remember my dear coordinator telling me that I should never cross the Russian border with an expired visa. To be honest,  I never intentionally thought of doing that. So after all night of sweating and fever, 5 hour flight from Krasnoyarsk (where Criminal – Yuri was snoring next to me, saliva dripping on my shoulder, but I did not mind, because he was a gentleman, and switched on the light, when I started to read); 3 hour bus ride from Piter, it was my turn to get my passport checked. Continue reading

Do you need a taxi?

bs107For me taxis have always been fascinating window into everyday life. I also have always considered taxi drivers more mature and experienced people in the world. Because nights are full of stories, darkness, chaos and devils. Those are things that make people appreciate more beautiful times, light and happiness. I still remember Estonian summer, where two crazy guys killed one kind-hearted taxi driver. It was unexpected horror. I remember taking taxis in my home city. All the taxi drivers were in paranoia, when I entered, big scary eyes looking you up:

Are you another crazy one? Continue reading