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Week 1 – Pieces of art: Slovakians sing about Vanya from Vorkuta

a bit postponed. sorry. won’t happen again anymore.

Here’s something to help you make it through a quiet Sunday. 

BijouTerrier, a Slovakian punk band, tells us a story of one Vanya from Vorkuta. His life is rather sad: after his heroin-addicted mother dies, he decides to get out of there by transporting some radioactive substances to Moscow. Continue reading

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Soviet Oddity: David Bowie travelling through the USSR by train

There is a legend that long, long ago, in the spring of 1973 AD, not long after coming to our mortal and pathetic planet from glorious and colourful space of other universes, Ziggy Stardust – the alien, the lunatic, the religion – decided that a general image of this world isn’t complex enough, and that it is his godly duty to spread the word on the other side of the iron curtain. Continue reading

Vorkuta: 71 years of snow and coal

Today, seventy-one years ago, Vorkuta was officially granted with a town status. “Seventy-one? Seventy freaking one? And people who live there still dare to call themselves humans? I mean, really?” I hear you say. Yes. Exactly. Seventy-one year – and, maybe, a few hours – ago my hometown was officially granted with a town status, you hear me answer quite calmly. You should’ve seen what a great anniversal festive circus there was last year, when “We’re just three decades far from a century! Hooray!” issue was brought up. Continue reading

Top Several Things strictly connected with my childhood

Childhood is undoubtedly the greatest part of human life, referred to and remembered of by many great people as the time full of magic, innocence, discovering the world, and, let us say, being high from having long socks slipping down a bit. And, seeing that a lot of people of my surroundings claim me to have stayed in this era of my existence for ever and ever and ever and ever, here is a Top Several Things that were an essential part of me being a child through the years (some of them aren’t a part of me being a child now).

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Dylan Moran – life-sized, life-realed Bernard Black

“What’s the name of that Irish comedian of yours, you know, the one who “and you’re fat, i love you, here, eat this”? Was it him who said something about chewing beds from boredom?”. Yes, that’s how one of my best friends, Sasha (do not confuse with Dasha – they’re two entirely different individuals. and truly existing, by the way, i didn’t make them up) remembers one of my favourite comedians, Dylan Moran. Continue reading