karelian blueberries

We travel towards the north, through great forests and abandoned villages around Karelia. I breathe the fir trees and the swamps, I taste the blueberries by the road and I soak in the midnight sun. It's magical. Old women with scarves around their heads, selling berries and vegetables, dirty little food stalls, children with curious faces and muddy feet. Houses that are falling down, sceneries looking like I imagine Finland 70 years ago. This car is a time machine, and it's taking me into the unknown future through the forgotten past.