In Chita, we've decided to try and do something a little different than what
we've done in the previous cities. We plan to spend a couple of days simply
roaming a single street, gathering a random collection of images and descriptions
of the little details and scenes we see. We chose Ulitsa imeni Lenina, the main boulevard that runs straight down the center of
the city.I probably should have stayed in bed this morning. It was one of those days when I didn't have the motivation or energy to go out and shoot but went through the motions anyway. I think the lack of sleep last night and the daily grind of working on this project finally caught up with me.
After a fruitless morning wandering the street searching for photos, I went back to the apartment hoping a little nap might recharge my batteries. Later in the afternoon, feeling more rested, Lisa and I set out again.
We had just crossed the street from our apartment when I saw two men sitting down at a sad-looking sidewalk cafe. I got off only one frame before one of the pair came up, grabbed my arm and asked what I was doing. He dragged me to his table and called for Lisa to join us. His name was Yura and his friend sitting with him at the table was also named Yura. Yura and Yura. Before we knew it there were two big beers in front of us, each acompanied by a shot of cognac. It all happened so fast. Having lost control of the situation, all hope of working in the afternoon was lost.
The only thing to do at moments like this is roll with it. Which is what we did. Yura and Yura were an interesting pair and the ensuing conversation spanned just about everything from Chechnya to Tom Sawyer.
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