My father was rewarded with a Soviet holiday back in the 1970’s (by his employer). The heavy air sickness he experienced while travelling is an anecdote even the youngest grand kids in the family know from the top of their head. He returned with a perpetual hatred of flying, an army of matryoshka dolls, a couple of mortars—and several boxes of colour slides* of (among others) Moscow, Leningrad (now Saint Petersburg) and Sochi.
These slides I loved looking at as a child got completely forgotten (and faded, unfortunately), until my sister found them by chance a couple of weeks ago in a junk drawer we haven’t looked into for long, long years. I thought I should share some of them with you, as my humble personal reaction to the absurdity of the most expensive Olympic games ever. Enjoy the Opening Ceremony and disregard the facts (and consequences)—as long as possible.
Inspired by The Sochi Project.
* By Novosti Press.