When I got off the plane in Astrakhan, the airport terminal was completely deserted. It was about 1:00 a.m. and I had expected few people, but this degree of emptiness was a little unsettling. I followed the signs – they were in both Russian and English – down the corridor to the customs office. Nobody was at the counter. After I called out once or twice without success, a woman came in through the door I had entered, walked behind the counter, and approached me.
This is interesting---it feels dreamlike, yet terribly real. It captures the dislocation of travel well. No critical comments at this point, but I've subscribed.
This is interesting---it feels dreamlike, yet terribly real. It captures the dislocation of travel well. No critical comments at this point, but I've subscribed.
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