If there was anything I ever loved it was Russian trains. I know I have said this multiple times, but I am still in love, therefore still applicable. This photograph was taken somewhere in between Irkutsk and Yekaterinburg, on the long and quiet train ride that I made after some intense experiences in Baikalsk (getting arrested by the mafia). It was a quiet and nice ride, giving me time to think and recover emotionally. This boy hanging out the window on the train next to us summed up how I felt the entire ride. We could have been great friends. Had either one of us wanted to talk.