Quiet (Siberia, Russia)

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.