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Trans-Mongolian. Stage 2: Siberia

Omsk - Ulaanbaatar

Omsk – Ulaanbaatar

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Thursday 4 June, past midday. Leaving Omsk

Alla, without an accent, is not a grammatical mistake in Spanish but Liza’s mom our host. Upon entering, she asks us to take off our shoes and put on the two pairs of carefully prepared slippers. After settling into our room, we make our way to the kitchen and sit at a small round table covered in a yellow plastic tablecloth decorated with flower pots (describe more: cold, dark room, dirty curtains blocking the sunlight,  traces of extinguished cigarettes on the table cloth)

Alla places an aluminium kettle on the stovetop. “Tea, coffee?” she asks in English. I could do with just a glass of water, but it seems imprudent to refuse. “Do you have any coffee?” I ask her. “Yes, of course,” and she without a moment to spare takes out an aluminium pot (or was it copper?) from the oven. She shuts the oven door so hard that the kitchen walls seems to crumble. She takes a plastic container from a small, dark wooden cabinet behind the table, and tosses two heaped teaspoons of ground coffee in the pot. Then, with the care of someone watering grass, she pours some of the boiling water from the kettle into the pot, and puts it over the already lit burner. Turkish coffee, it will be black and bitter strong. Elona helps herself to a teabag of Early Grey from the tin on the table.

We have just arrived, and the apartment on –

“Elona, what was the name of street where we stayed in Saint Petersburg?”

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Trans-Mongolian. Stage 1: Anticlimax

St Petersburg - Omsk

St Petersburg – Omsk

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Wednesday 3 June. Past Perm, on the way to Yekaterinburg

Arms resting on the frame of the corridor window, I see it pass. Bright, gigantic sphere, it shines through the branches. In vain, porous clouds try to conceal its splendour but its light seeps through their cloak, bathing the forest in a grey, almost ghostly halo. The night is so clear that it is possible to distinguish the different greens of bushes and pine trees. I carefully peer out, just enough to see the tip of the train taking a curve. Gulps of fresh air hit my face, stuffing my nose. Tireless, the machine pulls its wagons, lighting the way, its beams long swords perforating the Siberian night. On it goes, with its green metallic body, like a giant caterpillar in its untiring march towards the East. It does not go fast, it cannot, and even slows at times, weary of the worn tracks. But it is enough to leave the moon behind, slowly moving towards the right side of the window. Someone passes behind me, I get distracted, and there it is again peering in from the South East.

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Trans-Mongoliano. Etapa 1: Anticlímax

St Petersburg - Omsk

St Petersburg – Omsk

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Miércoles 3 de junio. Pasando por Perm, camino a Yekaterinburg

Apoyado con mis brazos sobre la ventana del pasillo que da al sur, la veo pasar. Brillante, gigante esférica, se manifiesta a través de las ramas de los árboles. Un manto de nubes intenta disimular su esplendor, pero la luz logra pasar tiñendo todo el bosque de un halo grisáceo, fantasmagórico casi. Es tan clara la noche que incluso se pueden distinguir los verdes de los arbustos y pinos. Con cuidado asomo la cabeza un poco hacia afuera para ver la punta del tren que justo toma una curva. El aire me pega en la cara, me congestiona la nariz. Impetuoso, el aparato tira de los vagones mientras va iluminando el camino con sus luces. Profundas espadas que perforan la noche siberiana. Con su carrocería verde, ahí va, enorme gusano en su infatigable marcha hacia el este. No va rápido, no puede, incluso a veces desacelera porque los rieles no están en buen estado. Pero aun así le alcanza para dejar atrás a la luna que se aparece por la izquierda de la ventana y lentamente se va moviendo hacia la derecha. Alguien pasa por el pasillo, me distraigo, y ya está de nuevo la luna apareciéndose por el sudeste.

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