Karelia

Just one hour by train to the North from St Pete and I'm in Karelia. I love this place, this endless pine forests, they start here and end somewhere in Norway or Finland, somewhere at Arctic Ocean, I love this sands ans lakes, I like to jump over trenches that are still here since Winter war.
I'm charmed by Karelia, I'm waiting for elf behind the tree or for Tokugawa warrior because these views remeber me some film about shoguns' Japan. I remember how it aws in the school when we hiked somwhere in Karelia for a day. We was sitting at the fire, playing guitars...
Suddenly I realised, how Russia is big and different, i just went for 50 kilometers and everything has totally changed, another trees, another ground, another faces. And didn't get as far as friend of mine - he went to Petrozavodsk and told me stories about locals who's sitting in the train and chatting whose grandmother was eaten by bear, just like in Deadman of Jim Jarmush. So, if I go not 50 kilometers but 500 it would be just a new contry, and 500 more kilometers a new country and so on to the Vladivostok. Amazing!