Soviet hippies

This morning, I discovered Juliane Fürst’s new book “Flowers Through Concrete - Explorations in Soviet Hippieland” which I will definitely order once it comes out in paperback. Long fascinated by those hitchhiking through the sunset years of the Soviet Union, it is tempting to think of it as simpler times with the “West” being just an emancipatory symbol and not something full of its own contradictions.

With Anna away this weekend, I cannot leave the boys alone for long, but at least I was able to clock five faster kilometres along the lake in my old VJ Sarva Xante before returning home to make scrambled pancakes with bacon and maple as a second breakfast.