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
What shall we do in order to live with our weather? We must be all-weather in order to survive in this weather and to simply live.
Now what is this weather? Is this the thing that meets us outdoors accompanied by an assortment of meteorological terms? Precipitation (they never say "rain"), wind spouts, maiden turquoise in the sky, ink in the spring air, lassitude during the summer when nights are hardly noticed? No, it is not. It is support for life that is attentive to trifles, always different for our versed existence in it.
Clever Kaliningradians never watch weather forecasts on television; they rely on the temperature, the very last thing that can somehow be predicted. The weather is impossible to predict. That's why we have to put up with it and, we may as well confess, to take advantage of it. The Englishman who said "There is no bad weather, there are bad clothes" was also a Kaliningradian. Definitely from our cohort. I know many Kaliningradians who, after looking out of the window and seeing that there is rain, may say "Well, the weather is finally good." Such rain-men. I know many Kaliningradians who feel at ease whatever the weather.
For the rest, our weather is an obstacle. This is the wrong approach for an all-weather Kaliningradian. I unmasked one person (after close examination he turned out to be from Nizhnii Novgorod) with the help of only one small detail: he wore fur gloves. Tell me, what kind of inhabitant wears such gloves? That's right, none. Because there is no need to wear them. Our weather is not radical. The heat is not great, and the frost is not disastrous. Devoid of any radicalism.
But not everyone who was born here and lives here is all-weather. Still not everyone. I recall a heated debate when all arguments on both sides were exhausted; I asked my opponent "…and when did you, Victor, look at the sky last?" When he paused, sulked and turned away, I understood that it had happened so long ago that he couldn't even remember when. "You, Victor, are not an all-weather Kaliningradian," I told him. And I was right. One of our compatriots gazed at the sky so productively (who will argue that the sky above this city remained the same?) that he derived a formula to correlate the quantity of observed stars with the availability of conscience in the heart of an observer.
That is some business, indescribable.
So the weather is just the same as we are. Hard to catch, changeable, maritime with continental dust on teeth. Windy. In the literal sense of the word. Different.
But devoid of any radicalism.
Translation by N. Shtock