No. 17

A scorching hot July—so hot that even the air conditioner in the production van couldn’t save the day. Kirill watched how, over three days and under the influence of the weather, his companions’ enthusiasm gradually faded and turned into apathy. Three days on the worst roads in the country, over bumps and potholes, swallowing hateful dust and unable to rest properly. Decent hotels didn’t come their way, and the menus at local cafés were such that even the heartiest stomachs got indigestion…