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ST PETERSBURG, RUSSIA, SUMMER 1993 |
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View from my flat, which looked much the same as the ones across the road |
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My kitchen table after a romantic visit |
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Viktor, Alek's friend, who bears an uncanny resemblance to Brains from Thunderbirds. My employers at the Arctic and Antarctic Institute introduced me to Viktor and Alek so that I wouldn't be bored... |
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Alek makes sandwiches to keep us going during an all-night drinking session |
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This is the cafe in a children's park where I first met Kostya (centre), who made the romantic visits illustrated above. On the left is Amy, my intrepid travelling companion, and on the right is Oleg, an artist |
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...I was never bored in St Petersburg but from time to time I was incapacitated, thanks to a steady inflow of vodka, champagne and beer |
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