Wednesday, June 14, 2006

More photos from the Pushcha Vodytsya apartment - Yulia's iconostase, as Mishah calls it, in the kitchen:


We've had a 3 1/2-hour walk today, despite the rain; spent some two hours on a covered bench next to the tennis court at a sanatorium ten minutes away from us. The sanatorium used to belong to the Communist Party's Central Committee and now belongs to the Presidential Administration. We have an arrangement that allows me to pass through the checkpoint, and I'm very happy about it, because it's safe to walk there, and the place's very clean, and there's even a cafe (even though the damned stairs are everywhere and I can't leave Marta alone outside). But the atmosphere at the sanatorium is so Soviet - so 1980s Soviet - it's making me sick. Hard to believe it's been nearly 20 years already; hard to believe we've ever had the Orange Revolution or other such stuff. More on it later.

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