Tuesday, 12 February 2008
Like now, when I switched through the hotel folder in Sibira to order my breakfast.
I saw the zones for the domestic call. Damn, you see it...
Zone 4 up to 3000 km
Zone 5 up to 5000 km
Zone 6 from 5001 km
Tomorrow I get a taxi to drive to a town next by and come then back in the evening. One way, 400 km in a cap in the Siberian winter.
Bdw, if you wonder where I am. North Sibira, not even in the middle of the country.
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About this blog
I would anyway fail. I am too long here. So beauty & decay, education & corruption, high culture & kafka-style administration are meanwhile normal for me.
So this blog is like a painting from from Roy Lichtenstein... when you are with your nose on it :) You will just see the dots, not gaining any understanding of the whole.
Most things will look strange in this blog. But you can be sure, I would not live here, if there would not be a lot of great things here. Unfortunately, the weired stories are more interesting to tell & read.