Jolly Memories from Tomsk

From the late February to late May 2017, I took a Russian language course in the city of Tomsk, located in the middle of Siberia, where full of beauty, wonder and snow. I want to share with you a few great moments I had there. The following pictures were taken in Mar 8, the International Women’s Day.

I love Los Angeles, but my heart still lies in Russia.

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A fallen soldier guards the park.
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Dear Alexander Pushkin.
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Dear Anton Chekhov.
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Tom River and a lovely family.
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The square.
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Where does he point at? Toward hope? We don’t know yet.

What is to be done?

Following the great Russians, Nikolai G. Chernyshevsky and Vladimir I. Ulyanov among others, I ask myself more than one hundred times a day what should be done. This is pretty much important that you cannot waste your precious youth squandering for nothing. At the same time, however, this kind of activity would soon be reduced to a trifling self-laughing, ushering myself into a total stalemate. I am not able to identify where is the weakest link of a whole chain.

What is to be done, or what can you or I do?

Rest when?

I succeeded in coming to the office of a project in which I am taking part as a research assistant. It was a long journey, taking more than an hour and a half in mass transportation, and I had to make a hole through a number of Korean people burying their heads into cellphones. Almost every day I do this and it is truly a numinous experience. One day I want to test myself standing against a surge of people in such cities as Rio in Brazil and Beijing in China. Being both inured to and forged by hell fire of this land, it would just be another pieces of cake to do that. A piece that you would not want to have.

I am supposed to present a brief article on the Socialist Internationalism in North Korea in the mid-1950s in the city of Vladivostok next week. However, I did not hear any news from a manager of conference yet. What on earth is going on? Meanwhile, it is going to be my second visit to the city and I am pretty much looking forward to meeting Russian friends as well as a statue of Mr. Lenin there.