Moscow, Russia. Same feeling of a hot–blooded city compared to which all European capitals seem to have red currant stuff in their veins. Feels good to witness again urban life as a rapidly evolving draft, as a work in progress. Even the most dynamic cities in Euroland give you the sensation of “finished oeuvre” about it. Moscow might sometimes be ugly, brutal and on the eve of explicit violence but it’s invigorating and keeps us going with a refreshing buzz. It’s like a dive on a surf-waving Atlantic rather than a pleasant bath on the Mediterranean waters. Maybe it’s an acquired taste. Many very good things in life are acquired tastes though: caviar, non-fiction writing, arty cinema, very intelligent women..