Roma Okhotnikov
before the sunrise
I’m still a bit ill – a week and something. Got me a bit of cold through the night hitchhikes and one more night on some friendly (but not that much) floor. Therefore, couldn’t sleep at nights, good for art. Feel myself like Ukraine’s energy structure, bombing by some bandits from my country. In a way get stronger as well. Hope so. Treating myself with the littlest sips of an Altay balm, which gave me one of my Ukrainian friends many years ago (funny, that – just now I realized that couple of my Ukrainian friends named Roma, as myself). Set about a couple of new languages – learned some German to read some Heinrich Boll but read some Remarque instead (not that easy to find all the e-books which you need and I don’t want to pay; as an artist, photographer and musician, I’m share my art for free w/out problems, let’s call it equal). Then switched to Polish for my beloved Lem. Enjoying The Cyberiad now. Maybe sometime, with a couple more languages, I’ll hit the road, the big, long and unpredictable one, and will see you, my friends. I do prefer the real world. Footnote: I’m just reading the books with the help of translations and that way learning; managed a bit of French thanks to Amélie Nothomb mainly, Spanish (Don Quixote, Cortazar, Borgues), Italian. But Polish is such a wonder!
And there’s the final, fifth, image from the night, which was bigger inside, with my dear friend Yulia (I told the story behind these photos here). Maybe my favourite from all 5.
before the sunrise
I’m still a bit ill – a week and something. Got me a bit of cold through the night hitchhikes and one more night on some friendly (but not that much) floor. Therefore, couldn’t sleep at nights, good for art. Feel myself like Ukraine’s energy structure, bombing by some bandits from my country. In a way get stronger as well. Hope so. Treating myself with the littlest sips of an Altay balm, which gave me one of my Ukrainian friends many years ago (funny, that – just now I realized that couple of my Ukrainian friends named Roma, as myself). Set about a couple of new languages – learned some German to read some Heinrich Boll but read some Remarque instead (not that easy to find all the e-books which you need and I don’t want to pay; as an artist, photographer and musician, I’m share my art for free w/out problems, let’s call it equal). Then switched to Polish for my beloved Lem. Enjoying The Cyberiad now. Maybe sometime, with a couple more languages, I’ll hit the road, the big, long and unpredictable one, and will see you, my friends. I do prefer the real world. Footnote: I’m just reading the books with the help of translations and that way learning; managed a bit of French thanks to Amélie Nothomb mainly, Spanish (Don Quixote, Cortazar, Borgues), Italian. But Polish is such a wonder!
And there’s the final, fifth, image from the night, which was bigger inside, with my dear friend Yulia (I told the story behind these photos here). Maybe my favourite from all 5.