From the editors
CULTURE IN A "FOREIGN" SPACE: AN INTRODUCTION
TO GENIUS LOCI KALININGRAD AND KOENIGSBERG
KALININGRAD IN THE YEAR 2020 - A NOT QUITE FICTITIOUS CONVERSATION
DESTINATION - KALININGRAD
FROM KALININGRAD DICTIONARY
MAP OF THE CITY
FORMA URBIS. SYMBOLIC PARALLELS
IN OR OUT
THE RAILWAY STATION AND ENTRANCE TO THE CITY OF KALININGRAD
BINARY STATES OF "K" CITY
Eugeny Umansky, Karpenko-Karpenko
IN THE CENTER
Andrei Monastyrsky, Sabina Haensgen
EMPTY CENTER K.
FOLLOWING SILENT WORDS
FA+ (Ingrid Falk & Gustavo Aguerre)
THE MYTHICAL FOUNDATION OF KALININGRAD
PRETERITION: KNEIPHOF ISLAND
THE BRIDGES AND "THE PREGEL'S ODOR"
John Craig Freeman, Greg Ulmer
IMAGING KALININGRAD: THE SEVEN BRIGES OF KOENIGSBERG
FORGOTTEN KANT AND THE KANT-BRAND IN KOENIGSBERG
KANT'S BRIDES: A READYMADE PHOTOGRAPHIC CHRONOTOPE
THE CATHEDRAL AND KANT FOR EVERYONE, OR IS GOD FEARSOME WITHOUT MORAL
THE CASTLE OF SOVIETS
THE ROYAL CASTLE
A WHITE SEAGULL ABOVE THE CITY: THE SYMBOLS OF THE OLD NEW CITY
WRITING OF DREAMS
LIGHT UP DOM SOVETOV
THE HOUSE OF SOVIETS
THE MOST PROFOUND SECRET OF ONE KOENIGSBERG LAWYER: HOFFMANN
A LEGEND ABOUT FIVE LITTLE ULRICHEN AND FERRYMAN ANDRE
KOENIGSBERG-KALININGRAD. THE TASTE OF MARZIPAN
THE COUNTRY OF PENSIONERS - OR THE GERMANS
CONCRETE ELEMENTS OF KALININGRAD
THE UNDREAMED OF CITY
TOWN PLANNING MATHEMATICS
MOSKOVSKII PROSPECT & THE SHADOWS AROUND ALTSTADT
OUR TOWER Ivan Chechot
THE TOWER-REDAN "KRONPRINZ"
THE KRONPRINZ TOWER. Projects for the National Centre for Contemporary Arts by Students of the Institute for Theory and Design in Architecture (Braunschweig, Germany)
THE AMBER ROOM
BASTIONS IN DIAMONDS AND EMERALDS
THE HOUSE OF MACHINERY: THE RECONSTRACTION AND EXPLOITATION OF THE POPULATION
V.I.P. (Very Interesting Person)
PLACE OF EXECUTION
TRACES OF A VIRTUAL HISTORY IN A VERY REAL CITY
CHRIST THE SAVIOR CATHEDRAL
LIFE AND EGGS (A sketch about trams)
A STROLL THROUGH THE CENTER
IN THE FLOW: FOUNTAIN SEASON
WILD WEST OF RUSSIA
ANIMALS IN KALININGRAD AND A MOSAIC
KOENIGSBERG'S SPIRITUAL HERITAGE IN TONS, ITEMS AND SACKS. From the history of lost and found cultural heritage
WE ALL ARE GOING TO BE THERE
MONUMENT TO 1200 GUARDSMEN IN KALININGRAD
MATTER AND SPIRIT
FRAGMENT OF A SYMPHONY FOR SLOW READING: IVANOV AND HIS SURROUNDINGS
ATTIC OF RECOGNITION
MAN AND WOMAN
THE SMALL SCULPTURE "GIRL"
ON THE STREET
Igor Isaev, Dmitrii Demidenko
THE FIRE HYDRANT
Kalle Brolin, Kristina Muntzing
THE WATERFALL HERACLES' BOLT
V.I.P. (Very Interesting Person)
NATASHA POTERYASHINA. Inteview
TO BE IN THE MOOD FOR PACKING
Dmitrii Bulatov, Pavel Savel'ev
ACEPHALUS: OPTICAL MODELS
LIGHT THE CRYSTALS OF KALININGRAD!
THE BRIDGE THAT THE "RUSSIANS COULDN'T PULL DOWN"
THE ROAD TO BERLIN: FROM EPIC TO BANAL. Interview with Valerii Bugrov
HOAR-STONES AND BOUNDARY SYMBOLS
MUSCOVITES ARE HANGING
BEFORE THE CITY
Aleksandr Popadin / Kaliningrad, Russia
My little son calls it "cracker" for the cracking sound heard when you ride in a car along it: it is cracking, everything is rattling in the car, the compact disc quacks in the player… the cracker, indeed.
The cubic pavement demonstrates how old roads were stone-paved in their original size and were then widened at the start of the 20th century, sometimes a bicycle lane was added. As a result, the shoulder sometimes happens to be almost mid- road. After the removal of old tram lines, traces of entangled rails remain in the pavement, sometimes mysterious hatches appear, like that one time…
I know the location of the Amber Room. It is beneath the old German cube pavement. Let me explain. Near the school I attended there is a small paved area that was called, in the German manner, the Platz (anything larger than a postage stamp that was devoid of a building or greenery was called a Platz, a square, as that is their dimension). A fat lady wearing a white apron over her coat sold pies at the Platz, storing them in a huge aluminum pot. Eating those pies during the break between classes, I examined something strange near the end of the Platz and wondered. After an innumerable quantity of pies and many years, I uncovered the mystery that thrilled me. Or rather, I cover and close the mystery that thrills so many: where is the Amber Room?
It is beneath the Platz. This square has an uneven pavement, beneath which the round outline of a hatch covered with stone is evident. What is this hatch, who has bricked it up and why?
This is certainly not the work of a German master. We know those Germans… Yes, I know them and have thought about them a lot. I know that a German municipal service worker would never brick up a hatch: why would he brick up something that is functionally intended to be opened once in a while, for cleaning or repairs of something within? A Russian would not brick up a hatch either, well -- why should he? The hatch was thoroughly covered with stone; Russian would not do it that way. Hence, some hatch that does not belong to the municipal service was bricked up by a German who was not a communal service officer in order to hide something. The Platz was too small to be called that "a square," but it was large enough to have a bunker beneath it large enough to hide twenty Amber Rooms. Or at least one. With a bricked up hatch.
One must not open the hatch. One is only allowed to look at it, to enjoy the thrill of this precisely solved enigma, but never to open it. For, of course, the Amber Room must be sought after but must never be found. Let it remain there.
Translation by A. Matveeva