August 9th, 2010


4:30 утра

Ночь переходит в утро. На улице темно - а значит лучше виден экран с видео. На улице тихо -а значитлучше слышна перемодуляция в голосе. Холодильник снаружи может служить для расплавление сыра. А может даже и гренки можно сделать. К сожалению, внутри он уже пуст. Я съела даже кетчуп, который принимал участие в съемках.
Удивительно, как в трем часам ночи (утра?) резко снижаются стандарты. Салатег с помидор с огурцом, политый тем самым упомянутым к ночи кетчупом пошел на ура. Когда еще я бы впихнул в себя такой кусок здоровья. А кусок запрещенного в России финского сыра прекрасно обручился с куском того, что в этой стране зовут "булкой".
Наш звукорежиссер приехал со съемок сериала "Фурцева". Прямо с пожара. Там горело и горело. Но технику вынесли. И люди не пострадали. Видео впечатлило.
Дым режет глаза. Хочется спать. То ли от недостатка кислорода, то ли просто потому, что 4 утра. Глаза щипет. Приступы кашля сотрясают спину. Респиратор уже не помогает. Ощущение того, что я с этого города никогда не улечу, медленно превращается в уверенность.

Еще один взгляд

Это перепост поста моего друга/коллеги/шефа, с которым я провела последние 19 лет, из них последний месяц в Москве. Он пишет лучше меня. Ну, и все остальное тоже делает лучше, чем я. По-этому, месяц пролетел тоже лучше. Так, все мысли уже пошли на тарабарском. Пора нам выпить кофе. Съесть дыню. И спать.

All right, it seems like the right time to start appocalyptic diaries out of Moscow. I had a faint hope I'd be finishing work in Moscow this (Monday) morning and flying to Kiev at 6.45 pm. But it's not going to happen. There are still little things here and there to fix in our Russian "40 weeks" and it will take the production company another couple of days to complete the work. L. and I came over the production company at 8.30pm to screen what they did. We hoped it'd take us about 4 hours. Well, we left at 6.30 am. When at 6am it was clear we'd still need to come over for another screening later this week, I went to Aerosvit's website and changed my reservation in their chat. (It's kinda funny to change reservations in a chat. The strangest thing was, the lady chatting with me never asked my name, though I gave her my reservation number. Luckily, there were seats on Thursday's late flight. She said she changed my booking fromAug. 20 to 12. Weird, as I was sure I was chaning from Aug. 9 to 12. I still hope it's not some ARG and when we show up at Sheremetievo on Thursday we will actually be admitted on the flight.)

Back, to the appocalypse. Sunday was kinda breathable. Not as bad as Saturday, though I still wore a respirator on my 15-minute walk from the apt. to the prod. place. The air was smoky but not completely toxic. I saw one dead bird in the middle of the street. It could've been run over by a car, as a regular bird, but it could've just as well fallen from the sky, dizzy from toxic fumes and run over by toxic cars later on. I thought I also saw another bird strangled on the wires, but then realized it was a shoe. I took a picture of an ad welcoming us in the 3D world. Then I walked past an ad for pelmeni filled with "cooled meat from Omsk," a city in Siberia I visited 8 years ago. 130 cases of Anthrax have been diagnosed there over the past 10 days.

The prod. company is located in an apartment. There no air conditioners. The other day, their director was calling around appliance stores for aircon's but theere were none left. He placed a fan next to us, as we were screening deep into the night.

The windows were open and at first we took our respoirators off and hung around like normal people. As the dawn started looming, the rancid smoke started filling up the apartment. I took 2 medical masks, held them under a tap for a minute and put on. I took a deep breath. It was probably the freshest breath I took in the past several day. Alas, it only lasted a mere second as I inhaled all the water left in both masks and almost drowned. I guess, waterboarding has its first fresh moment before it qualifies as torture. I stayed in the masks for about 3 hours. Just before leaving, I put the respirator on. The air outside the apartment was pinkishly grey. It reeked of chemistry classes mixed up with still mills. it was 6 in the morning, the freshest hour in Moscow, for today.