Again I ended up in the west of our country, this time in the small resort town of Svetlogorsk. This is the former Prussian resort of Rauschen, which went to the USSR after the Second World War.
Kaliningrad region, Zelenogradsk. A city at the very base of the famous Curonian Spit, very close to Lithuania and not far from Poland, which was recently a German resort town with the beautiful name Kranz.
So my hometown. The city where I was born, grew up, where I left to study and to which I returned after seventeen years of military service, where I live and work and which I love, love with its rains and fogs, with winter winds and summer thunderstorms, with unprecedented clouds of mosquitoes and o...
Canaries. These islands have always fascinated me. Maybe since the 90s, when it was believed that a self-respecting cool man who had risen from the limits had to rest in the Canaries (I don’t know why in the Canaries, but it was exactly like that).
In March 2008, our group of pilgrims from Vyborg went on a trip to Mount Athos. We flew to Thessaloniki, the capital of the Halkidiki peninsula, from there the bus took us to a small town on the Athos peninsula, called Ouranoupolis, or sometimes Ouranoupolis.