The Spirit of Buryatia
“Is this your machine?” asks a young policeman, showing a picture of our ambulance on his phone. “Ours”, we answer completely stupefied, “What...
“Is this your machine?” asks a young policeman, showing a picture of our ambulance on his phone. “Ours”, we answer completely stupefied, “What...
In a spacious restaurant, a family is looking for a shelter from the rain. Thousands of knick-knacks cover each corner of the large room. On the shelves,...
A tiny mountain village. A patch of asphalt only occasionally appears on the narrow streets. The rest is covered in gravel and sand. A lush greenery of the...
We beat about narrow alleys, between low shop houses and freshly painted modern blocks of flats. Large palm leaves shade neatly kept lawns. Backs of the...
Lego-like containers are piling up in a tiny port. Mini-cars speed up in webs of mini-roads. Red roofs of mini-shophouses flash between green canopies of...