I just put together a film about Spitsbergen. Or rather, about a time portal to our common past - about the village of Pyramiden. It is located almost at the North Pole, on the territory of Norway, on the Spitsbergen archipelago. Memory here becomes tangible. It is a capsule with frozen time inside. With our time, in which we once lived. The entourage of the Soviet era has been preserved here. Arctic foxes hang out under the windows, and a concrete Ilyich controls the daily weight gain of reindeer. Horror films about people who suddenly disappear, virtual survival quests are filmed in Pyramiden. It really is easy to film a horror film about the apocalypse there. There are more than enough locations for this. But Pyramiden is different. It has a Soul. So many different human destinies are connected with it. Happy, and not so. There is no Internet or cell phone service in the village. Not to watch today's news, and anyway - where to get it? What's going on in the world? Nobody knows. And you are left alone with yourself. The community center stores about eight hundred films. The Arctic climate preserves film perfectly. That day, the projectionist guys found the last part of Assa's film, which no one had seen for the last thirty years. I will tell you what happened to the Pyramid. I will tell you why you can't die on the archipelago. And by the way, it is also undesirable to be born. Why cats are illegal there, and why you can't walk around without a gun. There I enjoyed the warm lamp light of my childhood and youth, and a minute later my soul was sobbing loudly from the realization that the same will remain from our life. The Pyramid knows how to show how short our life is. After it, you feel yourself here and now. You feel it acutely. You enjoy the storm wind, catch the splashes of the waves. You look at the mountains, the clouds. And sometimes you hold your breath from meeting this world. I just put together a movie about Svalbard. Or rather, about a time portal to our common past - about the Pyramiden village. It is located almost at the North Pole, on the territory of Norway, on the Svalbard archipelago. Memory becomes tangible here. This is a capsule with frozen time inside. With our time in which we once lived. The entourage of the Soviet era is preserved here. Life in the Pyramiden went on as usual. Arctic foxes were hanging out under the windows. The concrete Lenin was controlling the daily weight gain of reindeer. In the Pyramiden, they shoot horror stories about people who suddenly disappeared, create virtual survival quests. It's really easy to make some kind of horror movie about the apocalypse there. There are more than enough locations for this. But the Pyramiden is different. It has a Soul. So many different human destinies are connected with it. Happy, and not so happy. There is no Internet or cellular connection in the village. Not to watch today's news, and in general, where to get it? What's going on in the world out there? Is unknown. And you're left alone with yourself. About eight hundred films are stored in the House of culture. The Arctic climate perfectly preserves the film. On that day, the projectionists found the last part of the Assa film, which no one had watched for the last thirty years. I'll tell you what happened to the Pyramiden. I'll tell you why you can't die in the archipelago. Why cats are outlawed there, and why you can't go without a gun. I enjoyed the warm lamp light of my childhood and my youth, and in a minute my soul started sobbing that the same things would remain from our life. The Pyramiden knows how to show how short our life is. After it, you feel yourself here and now. You feel it keenly. Enjoying the stormy wind, catching the splashes of waves. You look at mountains, clouds. And sometimes you hold your breath from meeting this world. August 2023 #svalbard #pyramid #travel