Yana Tkacheva

Now everyone wants warmth, comfort and peace. But the poison of vagrancy is already in the blood. And they will not find any peace at home. The eternal attraction of the roads will begin to disturb you again - as soon as your clothes dry out and the dirt is washed off from under your nails. I know this for sure.

There you can meet only individual “travellers” - an endangered species that should not be confused with the “tourist”, this migratory locust that swoops in like a dark cloud, devouring everything around and irritating the ear with the incessant gnashing of chewing jaws, clinging to monuments as if they were edible, hiding them color, sees nothing except with the single eye of his camera, and flies away, leaving room for the next flock to devastate.

In a foreign country, a traveler is a bag of money that everyone strives to empty as quickly as possible.