Colori, mercanti e viaggiatori
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Padre e figli
Reykjavik 10/04/2007
Uomini e cose
New York 06/04/2007
Lettera all’Europa, lettera dall’Europa
Milwaukee 31/03/2007
Fuga da Fargo
Fargo 30/03/2007
I necessari cattivi della storia
Miles City 22/03/2007
Cose dell’altro mondo!
Missoula 19/03/2007
Tutto è bene quel che finisce male
Moses Lake 14/03/2007
Gunga e Din
Vancouver 13/03/2007
Ricordi senza rimpianti
Vancouver 09/03/2007
Lettere dal golfo
Jeneau 05/03/2007
Il tappo di Bering
Anchorage 25/02/2007
Quelli del mondo come allora
Petropavlovsk 21/02/2007
Arrivederci - Dasvidania
Vladivostok 18/02/2007
Lost
Lhasa 10/02/2007
Ti ricordi di Ciu Ciu Mpai?
Pechino 06/02/2007
Mission impossible
Ulan Bator 02/02/2007
Una giornata particolare
Irkutsk 26/01/2007
Pizza connection
Ekaterimburg 21/01/2007
In viaggio con la zia
Alanaesk 20/01/2007
Una pallottola spuntata
Mosca 17/01/2007
Irina è andata via
San Pietroburgo 14/01/2007
Copenaghen: Wonderful?
Copenhagen 11/01/2007

 

Farewell – Do svidaniya

Vladivostok, 18 February 2007

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How can you describe the smell of coal mingled with the odour of the fish that the train conductor cooked regularly on your stoves? And how can words convey the orderly and incessant bustle of passengers taking turns at the samovar at the end of the corridor to add hot water to tea, coffee and those freeze-dried soups with hundreds of smells and thousands of tastes?
I know that you slowed down, citing too much snow on the tracks or work underway to replace a railroad tie as an excuse to offer me views of the white forest of bare birches, those wide frozen rivers, those fiery sunsets, those sudden dawns. I know this, and I am grateful for it.
It be a long time – if ever – before I forget you …
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Farewell to all of you, farewell and see you soon.
Francesco

DO SVIDANIYA

Vladivostok, 18 February 2007

Dear Francesco,
When No. 159 saw you climb aboard at St Petersburg, dragging those two massive suitcases behind you like a Polish cloth salesman, it didn’t notice you in the least...

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It told us that you looked sad, and though we are all flattered by your words, out of the friendship we feel for you, we affectionately ask you not to be despondent.
Continue your journey. We will wait for you, and even if you find our clothes have a few more patches, we know you’ll appreciate us anyway. We should not feel the sadness of a goodbye, but only the inevitable emotion of a farewell: and so … do svidaniya, Francesco.
… And do svidaniya from those who did not have time to sign this letter.