I'm watching an old Soviet movie one without English subtitles the whole day it hasn't stopped raining the opening shots are of a foggy
seafront, a lone figure walking a guy on a bicycle holding a puppy riding past someone leaning on the corner of a house in which the light
suddenly comes on & a couple appear later on, a budding romance between two holidaymakers in this, the Crimea slow-paced, this movie reminds
me of an Aki Kaurismaki & I want to share it with the world & muse on how the Crimea saw Pushkin, Chekhov, Mayakovsky
amongst others visiting it's shores the whole day it hasn't stopped raining & I don't know if I feel even more English now or Russian or whether it's all just a trick
Brought up abroad, I'm constantly caught between two cultures. This poem is also poignant because of the conflict that is going on in the Ukraine now, which ignores the historical relationship between Russians & the Ukranians, which was mostly amicable.