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Siberian Journey 2 Trans-Siberian railway (usually called TransSib) is the world’s longest and the most famous train route. It crosses the whole Russia, starting in Moscow, passing through the European Russia, crossing the Urals mountains (which separate Europe and Asia), spanning further into Siberia’s taiga and steppes, ending in Vladivostok — the Russian Far East ..

Siberian Journey 1. He imagined on board an aireplot flying bound for Moscow that a black train was fading away into the forest of silver-twinkling birches, reading passages, below, in a book titled 'East of The Sun': ........."Siberia" itself is a mystical term, derived from the Mongolian siber ("beautiful", "wonderful", and "pure"), and the Tartar sibir, which means "the sle..

Flying to Madrid 3. memos of 5th of April, 2006 In the hostel, Caracol not far from the western sea-front of Cadiz. ............ ........ ............. In Cadiz every day in the morning the grand roar of the waves overwhelms me facing the sea full of light.​ Why am I here alone afar off from home? As Pissarro, an impressionist painter said, in order to get the wound of m..

Flying to Madrid 2. April 5, 2006 In the hostel, Caracol not far from the western sea-front of Cadiz. .................... In Cadiz every day in the morning the grand roar of the waves overwhelms me facing the sea full of light.​ Why am I here alone afar off from home? As Pissarro, an impressionist painter said, in order to get the wound of my soul ? Looking afar toward ..

Flying to Madrid 1. In our life there may occur an encounter, no one can foresee, to turn the course of life regardless of our will. Probably Such a case could be applied to this hosteller, Moon who happened to be present at the flamenco performance in Portland, as described before, Strangely enough he flied alone to the city again the next year, this time with nothing but a p..

On the greyhound 3. With his head leaning against the window of the running bus, he looked out at the lights of a remote city, saying to himself: Hey, Moon1 You have to throw your hat full of the shells you collected throughout the summer . For what, on earth, the city is Portland that I happened to spend summer twice? No more for the city. Next time will the place be the Time..

On the greyhound 2. Leaving Portland, I was thinking of the poem of Bachmann. And I got it lingering on in the mouth. So did I, at the moment when I was boarding a Greyhound bound for Atlanta 5 days or so away from the departure in Portland by bus. And I even mumbled a part of the poem of Bachmann, below, to myself at the moment of, not only passing through the Steel Bridge ac..

On the greyhound 1. wenn einer fortgeht , muss er den Hu mit den Muscheln, die er sommer u''ber gesammelt hat , ins Meer werfen und fahren mit wehendem Haar, ............. Herz, Anker ud Kreuz, und fahren mit wehenden Haar Dann wird er wiederkommen. Wann? Fag nicht When you leave, you must throw your hat full of shells collected in Summer into the sea, and leave flapping your ..

Hostel stay 3. July 27th Now at sunset before the stage of an open air flamenco performance in Pearl Square not far from the downtown of this city, I listen to a gypsy singer singing an exotic song unfamiliar to me, which reminds me of the rough sound of Pansory , a Korean traditional song. It is the first time for me to have a contact with flamenco! During the intermission of..

Hostel stay 2. July 3rd. 2001 Back to Portland again. I came to work during weekends as a part-time housekeeper for Joice Hotel 5 minutes walk away from this hostel I am staying. A Vietnamese named Ken with citizenship in USA working there recommended the hotel manager to let me begin to work. This afternoon I learned from a Janitor named Ann how to use vacuum cleaner, a bunch..