Petersburg again...

Besides seeing images of my postsoviet neigbourghoods like narrow streets during nighttimes of cycling through Vasilyevsky Island, a lot more things echoed down to the most precise details, like the horse-drawn tram next to my school, or Kirovski plant, or Lakhtinskaya street with ‘Teatre of generations’, where i’ve seen performance art in a first time, or ironically Pulkovo Airport...

Western High-Speed Diameter

Minor Avenue, V.I

Kirovski plant

24 line, V.I

6-7 lines, V.I

Lakhtinskaya st.

Opochinina park

...and more

...space echoed as Moscow, my first city of internal migration during the time of my first masters studies, as memorable spots from Tel-Aviv, and even as village on Costa Brava, where I was spending summers with my parents during childhood