Tales

…No one knew where he came from in Moscow. They said he came from far away, from the east, where the mountains reach to the sky and the pines, guarding their age-old secrets, become an impenetrable wall, letting through only those who hasten to answer the Call. No one, not even he himself, could say where his true homeland was. He was seen in the frozen snows of Chukotka and in the wilds of the Far Eastern taiga, on the volcanoes of Easter Island and under the Australian sun, on the steep slopes of the Andes and in the sands of Egypt.

But, having crisscrossed the small globe with the diagonals of his travels, he realized that he was on a journey toward himself and encountering himself in every random passerby. And in each passerby, he saw an entire world, one of its many facets turned toward him.

And if our worlds intersect today, dear reader, we will reveal to you only brief fragments of the STRANGER’s thoughts.