I remember a seriously quiet place.
Author: tourinblogger
Memories: Fish Tank
I remember going to see the aquarium in Monaco. I remember the whole place resembling one: Neat, crowded and staged.
Memories: Body Language
Whiteout
I have holed up behind my laptop for a couple of weeks now. Every day I take a break for a walk, to battle the local house wives for cheap and good groceries. The weather was in my favour, … until today: Winter ambushes Tokyo. When I walk out of the front door the cold hits me, snow flakes swirl around me, but I count myself lucky: I have boots.
Memories: Graceful Degradation
Memories: Live and Let Die
I remember the coffee, and the piece of Sacher Cake I ordered with it. I remember hopping from one coffee-house to the next, each different with its special charm, the different varieties of coffee, some with funny names. I remember the feeling that time is a strange place.
Memories: Devils and Details
I remember that in Helsinki the price for a coffee and a piece of cake can be spectacular. I remember things being slightly different.
Memories: Iron Courtesy
I remember crossing the border in the middle of the night at Narva. The border post felt like out of a cold war novel: Barbed wire, dogs, sub machine guns and guards, uniformed in heavy coats, with frozen faces. We followed the only road, drove a couple of extra miles by avoiding the potholes. Then the road widened, added a few lanes and was whole again. In front of us floated St. Petersburg between a vast sky and the sea.
The Third Planet 