(Ust'-Mana, Russia)
(Saturday, December 13, 8:00 am)
jij wake up lost in the cold Siberian tundra, he doesn't remember what's happening, but the last memory he has was in the transyberian train, by the moment he start to look around and hears the sound of leaves brushing by the wind, a distant sound of water, a river maybe, snow falling from some branches, the floor white and freezing by the snow, but his eyes focus on a strange girl sit on the swings of a empty park.
What would you do?
Yulia: I look at the same park I usually go for take fresh air
Почему каждый год одно и то же? (why is the same all the years?)
I kick a bunch of snow, still tire of my loneliness, I start to mumbling a red army choir while seeing at the trees
"Ты никогда меня не подводишь, холодная зима, ты всегда приходишь вовремя со своим снегом." (You never fail me, cold winter, always arriving on time with your snow) I say particularly to no one, still waiting for something new
