I live in a patchwork house for five days in the centre of Saint Petersburg. The floor is changing of colour and of texture every meter. Going from fake to real. In the toilets, two green pairs of old skis. Shelters and doors can be closed only with threads and elastics. Lisa, the cat, is eating my cheese every morning. the bed is a cupboard. It feels good to be here.
Ermitage on thuesday.
Huge palace. I get lost all the time. Outside, the snow. the silence. On the picture the garden of the palace with some undefined lights. Someody told me that “in Saint Petersburg every day of the year it is christmas”.
I started with the visit of the tresor room. Golden jewellery, stone jewellery, enamel jewellery, weapons, clocks…
On the way to Kouvola. It is 3pm, the night is falling. I am on the train with Emma and Maaike. We have to change of train in Kouvola for St Petersburg. On the window, the last Finnish landscapes that I will see. A lot of forests. Very few houses. Sweet Emma is talking loud, Maaike is listening and I am taking pictures. I am looking forward to go to Russia. Maaike told be that I should draw those forests. That it looks very graphical. And melancholic. Emma asks me if I would like to be one of her referent for her final exam. She is Finnish and lives in Lahti. Finland, I will come back!
23:45 on my new football watch. It is dark since four o clock this afternoon. I am in this strange place for a week. Don t find the accents on the finish keyboard. Heta Hyvonen, my sweet finish hostress, explains me how to download pictures with her computer. We had snow since yesterday. It is beautiful. I haven t seen much because I work every day at the school. Tomorrow, I will leave for Saint Petersburg. I am tired. I would like to travel more to places like this. Unknown and a little bit absurd.