TRANSIBERIAN EXPRESS

twenty shots in my bag, that’s all I had to  express the moods and atmospheres of one of the most charming train rides of all times.
I lived in a small cabin with three other people for five days and four nights, sharing my meals and drinks, talking through a phrase book and getting interrogated about politics.
I embarked in an imaginary trip of the Transiberian many times before while reading Dostoyevsky and I had created a fair picture in my head of what the colors, smells and landscapes would be like.
And the it was different, a golden bubble made
of red carpets, chai tea, outlaw cigarette breaks in between cars, comradely and leopard prints.
Fish, caviar, taiga and soft lights.
I took some instant photographic notes to
leave a tangible sign of a trip that was otherwise oneiric, a place where night and day melt into the infinite kilometre of white.