August 2006

Summer in Moscow is lovely, the sun toasting strollers during the day and neon lights shimmering through a heat haze at night. I met my boyfriend and we've rented a flat together, opposite the monastery where Chekhov and Shostakovich are buried. I travelled to Yekaterinburg and Israel. Tomorrow I'm going to Uzbekistan to follow the Silk Road from Tashkent to Samarkand. Winter is on the horizon: Russian summer officially ended a few days ago.

Journalism is fine. Russian frustrates me, but I've written articles on celibacy groups from India and pseudo-aristocrats from France. I'll update this more often..