Leibniz* segnala Days and White Nights in St. Petersburg di Cristopher Hitchens su Vanity Fair, bella lettura per sgelare il caldo agostano.

And, more than once, between human cruelty and nature’s violence, it has seemed that “the Venice of the north” might revert to wilderness. In almost every generation, floodwater has poured in from the oceans. In the winter the Neva freezes like iron, but if global warming raises the sea level here by only a few inches …

In mezzo alle citazioni letterarie, estetiche, erotiche e toponomastiche, orsanti e poetesse, ho letto dello scontro tra Putinisti e Mafiosi per il controllo del porto:

So intense is the tussle between mobsters and Putinists, to the extent that there’s a difference, that it’s been proposed to move the port’s HQ to the neighboring island port of Kronshtadt, out in the Gulf of Finland. One local, crusading anti-corruption editor preferred to schedule his meeting with me in Stockholm because, as he phrased it, in St. Petersburg “I have a greater chance to become killed.”

Ecco la lista che si allunga, ora voglio andare pure a Petrograd…

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