Inside the zone April 26, 2011April 26, 2011 Each time I pass into the zone, I feel that I have entered an unreal world. In the dead zone, the silence of the villages, roads, and woods seem to tell something at me....something that I strain to hear....something that attracts and repels me both at the same time. It is divinely eerie - like stepping into that Salvador Dali painting with the dripping clocks. Photo and commentary by Elena Filatova Share this:TwitterFacebook
A little like Auschwitz.
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Attracts and repels. Yes. Both. Eerily.