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Red Square, the morning before a ceremony. Need one be reminded that it always had that
name, that the « red » meant « beautiful » and bore no relation whatsoever to the future flag?
Another datable detail: in the back left, between the Gum and Saint Basil, the horrific
bunker of Hotel Rossia does not yet loom, with its four entries so perfectly symmetric that
It’s impossible not to get lost if, having gone a little too far with the vodka, you pick the wrong
façade. Moscow is not the only city where I’ve seen the walls of my room spin as I lay down
to sleep, but it’s probably the only one where I observed the same phenomenon the next
day upon rising.