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Memories Of A Magic Land

I had a happy childhood. Loving parents, a careless daily life in the kindergarden, picnics on the weekends… and Korchevatoye. The neighborhood where I grew up is located on the very outskirts of Kiev. When I was little it appeared to me as the Magic Land – fruit gardens, labyrinths of garages next to the river, hostels and “khrushchovkas” mixed with private houses, children and babushkas – all so dear… Childhood got imprinted like a bright colorful fairy tale in my memory. Then I moved.

Sailing The Zawisza Czarny In The Dark

“See the Sea” is an innovative idea of the Gniazdo Piratow (The Pirates’ Nest) Foundation. The project involves a sailing cruise in which blind and visually impaired people constitute half of the crew. For most of them it is their first time at sea.

The Smell Of Yasmine And Dust

Satisfied expectation is a great thing. Unexpected satisfaction is even greater. In January 2006 I got a chance to stay in Cairo, and was looking for material about Coptic inhabitants of Egypt. One early morning, I took an usual trip to explore Cairo’s Garden City. This upper class neighborhood was founded in the early 20th century on former bean fields. Cairo’s newest neighborhood occupied a well-defined hexagon, which was bordered to the west by that most magnificent of natural barriers, the Nile. Unlike the other districts of Cairo – Zamalek, Maadi or Heliopolis, which are characterized by endless right angles, wide squares and boulevards, the Garden City has no straight lines. Three times out of four you end up where you started. Walking around Garden City, between beautiful villas in Belle époque style, on the Ahmed Pasha Street just in front of the Japanese embassy, I saw a wonderful palace that looked very much empty and closed.

Postcards Sent From The Roots Of Melancholy

Life Without Loneliness

I was looking for a community of people that does not suffer from loneliness. Searching for a perfect understanding between two people, I found an unique multicultural village in Ukraine where an extraordinary number of identical twins have been born. These people have never felt lonely except in the event of losing their other half: brother or sister.

Remembering, I Fight Back Tears

My house. I’m five years old. We’re on the path through the forest that leads to our village, grandfather, grandmother and I. First we would take the train to Kalikino, then the ten-kilometre walk through the woods, across fields, along the peat-hued river Linda. It’s hot. In a clearing on the banks of the river, grandmother spreads out a newspaper: boiled eggs, black bread, pickled gherkins and dragonflies in the hot air. Another half-kilometre and we’ll reach our village, in the middle of a field bulging with wheat. Low grey houses with woodcut eaves and window frames, the roof covered with tar paper. The smell of steam baths and gardens. Remembering, I fight back tears.