Umbrellas, trains and other stuff – my after Geneva trip notes (part vii)
Bonjour my friends. Hope you’re doing well during this long and everywhere cold winter. I come here with another series of images taken during my Geneva visit a few months ago. And again, as usual, after every my trip to other countries, I promise to myself to travel aboard every 2-3 months, I never keep that promise. Shame on me, on my job and on my too serious attention to what I’m living from. Seems like impossible to change these sitting deep inside of me habits. Sometimes I do feel that my life is a part of the Groundhog Day movie. This routine just killing me, even I’m trying every evening to break it down every evening after a workday, but every single morning, 5 times every week, I feel the same feeling – I have to change something.
There is something that I would like to tell you about the picture with two guys under one umbrella. It was rainy and cold, and I walked with my friend Jeremy in search of some cozy place to sit with a beer. When I crossed a super crowded central street, I noticed one guy vlogging in the middle with a selfie stick, covering himself an umbrella. Suddenly I heard that he speak the Russian language – the first language, that I started talking in this life. As usual, I don’t feel any nostalgy to the place of my birth (actually it’s Ukraine, not Russia), but this time I felt this desire to ask him where he is from. He said the name of one of USSR republics, where I spent around 27 years of my life – Kazakhstan. And when I asked him about the city of living – the answer was exactly the same city where I grew up, went to school and matured (really, already matured ???). It was like OMG moment, so we took a few pictures together, quite quickly talked about life, and I asked them also to take this portrait. it was a crazy coincidence – right place at right time, plus an interesting story for the portrait.