Moments during the journey on the Trans-Siberian Railway
On the Olkhon island, Lake Baikal, 22nd of August 2013
…We were cycling to the southern tip of the island through a vast, yellow flatland. It
was magic: feeling so small and looking down the endless dirt road, stretching as far
as you could see. The only sound that I could hear when I stopped pedalling was this
distinctive sound of anybody can hear: the sound of our own existence, of our body.
This muted, travel-like, silenced deepness that is clearly audible if you listen
carefully… And that was something that completely soothes you; the thought that
although you are the smallest feature into this featureless landscape, you are indeed
alive and vibrating. You are breathing out life.
After a while we found the beach that we wanted. Countless cows were grazing
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