Three hours Russian soul
Images, sounds, faces, nature
I was in a different world
I realize sitting here
on a bench in Eye writing
The Russian soul is not something abstract
You can meet him or her in the Russians themselves
Meet IT in the woods, in the Mountains, in the rivers
Meet IT in the water as rain, as snow, as ice
Meet IT in the mud that sucks your feet down
Meet IT in the water that serves as a mirror
Three hours in which nothing seems to happen
Three hours in which I surrender
and feel part of this Russian soul
Part of the audience that is as silent as I am
When the end is there
A shy applaus can be heard
I join happily

5 november 2019 in Eye
after seeing the film Stalker of Andrei Tarkovsky

Sorry, I made a mistake: I called Andrei Sergey!!