From this moment I have merely three weeks to conclude and finish everything, it gladdens and the same time scares. The very first issues are to repair my laptop and analog camera, and then a very tough selection of what goes to The Netherlands and what won't.
Besides I watch old soviet movies from 60s and 70s, listen to Kino, Motorama (yes again), Ytro and Trud a lot, and explore the northern russian regions in google maps.
The favourite of the day (close to the russian-norwegian border):

The Sense of Snow

I tried to find the art I'd like to tell you now, or may be some pieces of architecture, but in vain.
I got my visa and lot of work.
But Jesus, why am I so smitten now?..

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of the easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I give blood to jump now into a fluffy snowhill, ooh

between the Slavic and Nordic world

This weekend was so damn wonderful, but today was the best. My Moscow friend Zhora and I were in Vyborg (which one can also name Viipuri in finnish, Viborg in swedish and Wiborg in german) — small town situated on the Karelian Isthmus and just 38 km to from Russia's border with Finland. And that's a real aesthetic of decay (what I should point all things here pertain more or less to this aesthetic), noble crouan, Monrepos (english landscape woodpark with french name) — delightful mixture of toponyms, actual poverty, cultural richness and elusive beauty.
We were to clean up our minds so explored the park most of the time. And it worked.
A lot of moss, national romanticism, Zhora and even me are below.