Two memories

As I was looking through the pictures of the photographer Alexander Petrosian from Petersburg, the following two stood out. They very nicely reminded me of the two sides of my childhood in Ukraine. Not just the content of the pictures, but also their emotional atmosphere.

Unfortunately, I think for me (and other people living there, up to now), there was much more of the first than of the second.






If you ask me what my image of Russia (or the whole former Soviet Union) is today, it's basically this:


(As one of the comments to the picture said: "We are born to make Kafka's works reality.")