Mystic walk in pripyat.

 I imagine myself walking through the streets of the post-apocalyptic Pripyat reclaimed by nature, and my eyes catch the roof of a gray, crumbling apartment building. There I see the Soviet emblem. Worn, yet frozen in time. It is still standing upright. It is as if it is looking at me. Or at the entire city, I do not know. But it definitely sees me as well; from that height, everything on the ground is visible. And so I find myself in a mutual relationship, and my feeling of being alone disappears. There is not a single person around, and that is enough to add an imaginary beauty and a thrilling majesty to this context. The ghost of the USSR is still in Eastern Europe.