I am still living with my cold. Of course, after catching my throat and nose it now goes on my lungs, as it was freezing yesterday. So I got to find an expectorant syrup, quite an adventure! But here we are, I have the bloody syrup:
I’m writing to you while waiting for the train… Here it’s only 11PM, and my train is at four in the morning. Chrystèle left a couple of hours ago, she was taking the train back to Irtkusk, and then a flight to Moscow, then another one to Berlin, then Paris. “I will be back next year”. Weird to hear myself say so to people…
So, today we just hanged around the streets of Ulan Ude, we especially like those parts of the cities where old isbas are still standing.
Jacques Villéglé would have had a lot of fun photographing those walls!
Though, beyond those photogenic clichés, you can feel that life in those houses, with no insulation at all, mustn’t be easy. And worse was to come, when we witnessed the following scene: