Tommorrow we arrive in Denmark but I'm still recovering from Russia. My mind thinks of the sullen faces I used to pass, the melancholy that seeped through their bodies, the anger in their voices-the racism in their eyes....The picture of Russia in my mind is of two distinct images: first, the wonder of the palaces and architecture and then spirit of the people which was beautiful in a much darker way, intersecting with a harshness...I want to leave it behind, but the memory has been following me around like a ghost, haunting my conscience. And yet I feel guilty leaving, forgetting-exploring new areas. I hear Russia calling to me as we sail west saying "Stay! You will understand us better!" I feel like I have left an orphan on the street, that I am abandoning a sadness and on to embrace the happiness of other places. I was so ready to leave St. Petersburg, but I feel guilty for moving on....but then, I never truly felt welcome in their country.
Here are my two albums on Russia:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2002855&l=82e85&id=1084770089
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2002861&l=f8ca0&id=1084770089
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