... which is past.
31.12.13 - 6.1.14
Khabarovsk, January 3rd 2014
From the fantasy of ice, let's move further to fantasy of the past. Do you see there far, far, back behind, a black statue? That's Lenin. Again.
Below the statue of Lenin, was this. (Painstakingly) I typed one letter by one on Google Translate's keyboard. Here's what Google said it is:
Communism is the highest stage of developed socialism, when people work from consciousness the need to work for the common good.
To this translation which might not be 100% correct, but can't be 90% incorrect either, I thought to myself, "Didn't I see a big, big, Christmas tree behind me?"
If we turn our heads back from Lenin's statue, we'll sort of feel like walking into the past.
Walk further to the left, it feels a bit more older.
Stand still. Let time pass. When the tram passes by, you'll see the past. You also can get on the tram from here. Then you'll be riding on the past.
But my favorite of all the redbrick-ish architecture is the one exactly behind Lenin.
From Lenin to the right, there's a royal restaurant. I mean, that kind of restaurant where you don't need to push the door open, because the door is automatically handled manually by a doorman in uniform; where ladies don't need to fantasy their man pull the chair for them, because the waiter will do it (maybe); where you don't need to queue to place your order like ...
... in Royal Burger, a fast food restaurant, where you have to do everything yourself, including throwing away your leftovers. In Japan, too, that's general practice. However, in my home town, even burger is Fat but not Royal, we are served on that matter.
I haven't seen KFC and Mc Donald's anywhere.