I've let keeping up with things fall away the past few eventful weeks. The simple story is, we are in Budapest, having arrived here at the beginning of the month. We've been getting used to our new surroundings, and more on that later.
The station at Vinnytsia, about halfway through.
Reading the land as it passed, all I could think about was the place's long, bloody history. Just the idea of the millions that perished here in my grandfather's lifetime alone is staggering. The whole place feels haunted.
The schedule, more or less.
Our spalny vagon, at the station in L'viv. This was the only place where we stopped long enough to get out for some fresh air..
We arrived here by train from Moscow, which was truly one of the most interesting ways to cross the steppes. It took about two days -- conveniently at the same time as the Red Sox were flushing the season for good.
Here are some images:
I had very distinct ideas about what we would be able to see from our window. I wanted to see those rolling steppes, the 'Black Earth,' the vault of the sky and the curve of the earth. I was a bit off. The land was in full autumn gloom -- permanent drizzle, menacing low clouds. But somehow, the land itself seemed to be appreciated, as opposed to in Russia, where it sometimes feels taken for granted.
The station at Vinnytsia, about halfway through.
Reading the land as it passed, all I could think about was the place's long, bloody history. Just the idea of the millions that perished here in my grandfather's lifetime alone is staggering. The whole place feels haunted.
The schedule, more or less.
Our spalny vagon, at the station in L'viv. This was the only place where we stopped long enough to get out for some fresh air..
Keleti Station in Budapest.
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