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
LIGHT THE CRYSTALS OF KALININGRAD!
Mark Borozna / Kaliningrad, Russia
When the first few night lights illuminate Koenig, a certain mental languor and excited expectation of meeting the unknown rise inside your body. You never know where the centrifugal force of furious clubbing is gonna throw you.
This town is good for the fact that, despite of its small size (by Russian criteria), it possesses an almost complete range of legal and dubious entertainment. It is impossible to describe Kaliningrad clubs: every kind of music is played, from utterly criminal folk songs to ultra-contemporary tunes and mainstream export. Mainland Russian stars tread the boards of local stages, relics of ancient foreign bands go on proving they're still alive, trendy local DJs throw hysterics, nationally renowned music workers roll their vinyl. Commerce goes on. Everything depends on your choice and taste, or its absence. Listen to local FM radios and follow the club life commercials: they are generally originally informative and sometimes quite amusing.
A characteristic negative quality of night life in this heroic town is the extraordinary availability of everything to very young people. Once, hanging out at the upper bar of Vagonka (the country's oldest club, founded in 1978 in the building of a German Lutheran church), I noticed a girl who could not be older than 18. She was smoking a cigarette, her tired face reflected little interest in all that went on around her. I inquired as to why she was so bored. Her reply was brilliant: "Just look around, how can I relax, the entire crowd being f**king minors?" That's the real catastrophe of today's youth, being fed up with nightlife at an early age. I have seen people crowding at Hamburg and Berlin clubs, they lack that sense of satiation, there is no one under 21 - Alles verboten!
Should I try to trace the itinerary of a night trip around the clubs in Koenig? It is simple, and, if any army regulation is written down in blood, this itinerary's coining took a few years of polishing the city space at night, and it requires a special mood and a true explorer's courage. So, in order to correctly crush the crystals of one's own pride, two routes exist: The Smaller Brutal Circle (Vagonka, Olshtyn, Planet) and The Big Twisted Circle (Vagonka, Olshtyn, Matrix, Planet). Some especially refined and steadfast night front soldiers also include the club Shelf in their trajectory, but I tend to value this as a clubbing perversion and even an unnecessary display of ostentation.
In winter, club runners often end up in the Banat Billiard Club (somebody told me it was the biggest club in Europe, which I can well believe, but I cannot believe what every Kaliningrad DJ claims: that they are the father of all contemporary dance culture, and also I advise you not to believe this). In early morning, nightlife pilgrims often doze off in Banat or hit smiling balls with their cues on green felt.
Unfortunately, there are no distinct aperitif of digestif bars in Koegsberg, unlike in the proximate and sweet foreign lands (Gdansk, Sopot, Klaipeda). Nevertheless, if morning has caught you unawares and the sky has forgotten to turn off the light, you can surely go to the nearest "Don Quixote" and have a cup of hot tea. The best solution is to go, in a big company, to somebody's place and meeting the coming evening with joy. In summertime, all chronic clubbers meet the sunrise at seaside, and no mainland Russian town can be compared to Kaliningrad in this refined entertainment. Remember: THE SEA IS ALWAYS WAITING FOR YOU! Deserted beaches, fantastically clear air, easy-going beauties and some fashionable music going umts'-umts' or teuty-teuty will make even an utter Muscovite high, doped and enamored with Kaliningrad.
P.S. In spite of everything, Kaliningrad honestly works round-the-clock, and any good person can find a good place for him- or herself here, and if you are not square, the most Western Russian town will give you a friendly kiss in your cuckoo.
Translation by A.Matveeva