I arrived in Saint Petersburg on the 4th of February year X. I remember that I had never seen so much snow in my entire life. And the cold, you could feel the could entering your blood vessels and your bones. It was something I had never experienced before. All around the city there were these immense masses of ice and snow. It snowed everyday and along with the fact that the day was only 7 hours long, it made everything seem collosal. Moreover, the temperatures were constantly lower than minus 25 degrees Celsius, making it difficult to step outside and depressing as well. But once you step outside and walk through the beautiful streets of the city, you see the people's faces. Their faces contain something timeless that is augmentated by the cold and the scenery: beautiful women in long fur coats and men with big blue eyes and moustaches wearing their big fur hats. They seem as a window through history.
As suddenly as the winter comes in Saint Petersburg, the winter goes away. It actually is forced to go away because the authorities take care of getting the snow out of the city (during the communist regime it was actually rumoured that the Russians had heaters underneath the streets to help the ice mealt). I didn't do much sight seeing during the winter, I just made a lot of friends. I waited to see the city in the Spring. Spring comes somewhere in April, well we call it spring but I think it resembles to what the Spanish might call December. Anyway, we are not complaining. Never Complain in Russia! The city slowly becomes a fountain of youth, beauty and joy. The parks go green and the vegetation sparks. Son enough come the white nights when the night is forgotten and you have around 18 hours of sun everyday!
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