I‘m thinking that it is now, after many years in another country that couldn’t be any further from Russia in very many ways, – it is now that I’m beginning to really discover my hometown, noticing where it is like many others I’ve seen and where it is genuinely different. The city centre fascinates me: Moscow, as you know, stands on seven hills (like Rome), and as you walk, different buildings appear from out of the blue and vanish in the haze, like one of these Stalin-era imposing buildings in Kotelnicheskaya Embankment, seen from Maroseika St.
