white nights and black humor

How does one define a people? OR Twenty-two hours of sunlight sheds light on even the darkest crevices of a foresaken city OR Why make things up when life is so rich?

Monday, August 28, 2006

A Kharms Cafe Farewell


On my second to last night I took everyone to my favorite cafe in Petersburg: The Lighthouse Cafe, right across the street from Daniil Kharms' apartment. It is the real Soviet-style cafeteria, and probably was around when Kharms lived on Mayakovsky Street. Here I am looking up in horror because I had just been hit on the head by a brick, luckily! Because I promptly forgot who I was and when I remembered I was already back in New York City. Phew.

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