Posts in July 7, 2003

The old town (the area of Chkalova Street and the surrounding neighborhoods) is small, low. Two-story houses built by German prisoners of war. Yellow, orange, beige, green... In the sunlight, they sound almost Spanish. Bright reflections and shadows of leaves paint whimsical patterns on the walls, and what seems like decay doesn’t look as sad. The trees are taller than the houses. White linden snow on the paths.