snowflakes 2 January 2009
New Year’s Day was quiet in Minsk – I guess a lot of people were having a lie in after the festivities. As now near-native Minskers (or pesky vaminskers, as I like to say) we did just that, then took to the streets with a view to some gentle new year’s shopping BUT the main underground complex was shut and we were left to wander the streets in the snow. It was lovely! The snowflakes were tiny and individual and came to rest on our clothes as clearly visible stars and geometric shapes. (They looked like the stuff of cartoons they were so pretty) Richard had some, on his furry Russian-style hat, that looked like deliberately placed decorations. It’s awesome to think that each one differed from any other and was unique and there were millions of them yesterday in never to be repeated patterns – a mindblowing concept and the sort of number that can never be calculated, surely.
We have found yet another theatre and will try their comedy play this evening – I won’t have a clue what’s going on I’m sure and I hope the cast won’t mind the woman in row whatever who is not laughing much or at all…
