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somewhere over the rainbow (and other stories)

  Exactly two years ago I found myself flying through a corner of a rainbow, and landed in Oaxaca, Mexico. It was the last film festival I traveled to, a brutal and sweet experience in the harshest of realities, trying to wrap my arms around the slipperiest industry and failing magnificently. Surrounded by fresh faces and eager eyes I ran from the rooms and into the street time and again, wandering off with the camera in my bag as a companion. I took pictures of a blind man that sang on the same corner every day, of wedding parades, of an old woman waiting to see the dentist.  Literally somewhere over the rainbow, I met the ugliest answers to questions I had been dragging my feet towards for years. Cramming the most delicious food into my mouth, joking at the nightly rooftop cocktail parties, grinning like the Cheshire Cat it was all coming to an end. Actually, it had ended before it even started though - and on the plane back to New York and finally Moscow the bone-crunching ...
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the winter that never ends


In other years, it hailed today. It snowed, in great icy whorls across the tips of fresh grass. It is hard to accept that the sun is shining on an empty street after every Russian winter. That waiting for the other shoe to drop never goes away. But the playgrounds have fresh paint on them, sticky and red and green and yellow. Children wobble on new bikes with training wheels, lurching along the sidewalk. The sparrows are chirping. The afternoons are noticeably longer.

There could still be a brackish chunk of ice and snow in the darkest corner where the sun does not shine. There could still be a fresh notice pasted to the front door, a new ruling, a new checkpoint.

That winter never ends.
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