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Manolis and the monotony of Central Siberia Eastern Siberia

the train number in a window of our cars. Matthew and John look out the window of her compartment.
Omsk we arrived in the morning and rolled over the Irtysh. 21:08:05: The memory of this day is not really available - a drawback if you do not timely a diary. After so long a stereotypical day on the train remained in my memory almost. Well, that John has kept a diary and I have the opportunity to use his version of events to refresh.

Still can not really be the talk of events. Diary of John, I understand that he could not sleep and had therefore squashed out of the compartment in the corridor. Nadja (from his compartment), it apparently went well and she joined them himself. Despite the language problem, they sold with the time conversation. After midnight, the train rolled up in Novosibirsk, where he held a half hour. That they used to hold a night walk on the platform.

During the morning dawned, we rolled somewhere between Omsk and Novosibirsk through the Central Siberian plane.
I had to think of the old Sorbian forecast, according moved once the love God with his heavenly horse team and a huge plow the course of the Spree river through the landscape. But come to the Spreewald him lay in wait for the devil and allowed himself a bad joke, as he frightened the horses. These were afraid, and went through. Here, the plow was pulled back and forth through the Spreewald and with difficulty managed to God to calm the horses again, and slowly continued to lead the North. The innumerable furrows and ditches, however, who had left the plow, filled with the water of the river Spree and now form the canals of the Spreewald .
If God created a huge plow river beds, so he had here in western Siberia probably smoothed with a huge trowel the landscape hundreds of miles.

This monotony out of the window would come with us so the whole day.

Manolis

It was different inside the wagon. For as we held a small boy on the go. He traveled with his mother, I know not where. Manolis was the child of a Russian and a Greek-American. This was not with it. Manolis mother was alone with her little son on the road - visiting relatives in Russia. Now Manolis
was a bundle of energy was all in motion, with whom he had previously befriended, including our compartment and the compartment of John and Matze. Manolis was called by his mother Manole - so to speak, a Russian diminutive. Manolis kauderwelschte confused in Russian-English-Greek and was sometimes due to his never-ending urge to move too strenuous. At least he drove us to this day a lot of time. The landscape was monotonous

behind Omsk and Tyumen would stay up. There we would arrive late afternoon. Nadja from the compartment of the guys prepared even before to get out and packed up a lot. Your goal Ekaterinburg was on the east side of the Urals, which we Moscow time in the late evening, but errreichen after time until midnight would.