Love is not a Victory March. I came to Saint Petersburg at the beginning of April and I spent two weeks running around trying to get the documents I needed to. It is a moral duty for Saint Petersburg people going out when sun appears, and I could easily understand why. Architecture is majestic, and a dream atmosphere surrounded me: I saw fishermen punching a hole on the frozen river, some people – the famous “walruses” – bathing calmly and serenely, hot-air balloons flying up and down, and a funny bear having a rest on a small wall by a garden.
Right. No words anymore, but pictures and silence.