The Return of Moumousique. Part IVJuly 1314, 2009 SaratovMapSaratov is delightful. ![]() On the one hand, it’s a normal Russian city. ![]() On the other hand, it’s a normal Russian village. ![]() The local administration has a reserved parking spot. ![]() Volga Region Administration The street cleaner has a reserved territory. ![]() Workers St. Lot maintained by street cleaner The security guard has a cheat sheet. ![]() Close gate The building management is addressing unknown persons. ![]() DO NOT WATER THE SIDEWALK AND WALLS HERE!!! Written-off Swiss buses course the streets. ![]() The main square has a giant birdcage set up for selling watermelons. ![]() There’s enough room for everyone’s flyers. ![]() The garbage dumpsters are unwieldy—there’s nothing to grab onto. ![]() The lampposts are all painted the colors of the Latvian flag. It’s almost like in Nizhny Novgorod, except the ones there have twice as many stripes. ![]() Another distinctive local feature can be spotted at the top of the utility poles: octagons with insulators. ![]() Super-trendy ultrathin traffic lights have already been installed at one of the intersections. ![]() The list of local items of interest would have ended there, but suddenly the impossible happened. The skies opened up, lighting struck, thunder rolled, and beautiful balconies with incredibly elegant 1930s-style balustrades unexpectedly appeared on a modern building in front of me. ![]() Apartment with underground parking for sale I would have just walked by, attributing what I saw to persistent hallucinations. But then even brighter lightning flashed across the sky, and an incredibly gorgeous white building appeared on the other end of the street. It takes so little to attract the gaze of someone tired of endless monstrosities these days. ![]() On the way to Voronezh, I spotted a car that had just flipped over into a ditch. A tow truck was getting ready to take away the crushed vehicle. The cops were studying the personal effects strewn all over the grass. Among them was the car owner’s notebook of poetry, with one poem entitled “Alive.” The driver did indeed come out unscathed. ![]() VoronezhMap
That’s an order. ![]() Pay your taxes A rose garden. ![]() Video surveillance. Fine 5000 rubles per rose An excavator. ![]() <- Small Business Development Center A lollipop. ![]() Pricing. ![]() Weight 5 rubles. Strength 3 rubles A traffic light. ![]() An animation. ![]() Here, Moumousique posed for a photo with Stork (the vehicle that made it with us all the way to Ulan Bator during the first ethnographic expedition) in front of the legendary Voronezh horse with a mammoth penis and a rail in its mouth. ![]() And from Voronezh, it’s just a stone’s throw to Moscow. ![]()
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