To all my Russian followers, if any of you are in Sankt Petersburg I hope you’re safe, if any of your loved ones are there I hope they’re safe too. My thoughts are with you all at that difficult time. Stay strong, be safe.
St. Petersburg is home. It has always been home to me, in a way, emotionally and spiritually. It’s a city of mysticism and awakening, a haven for those who are perpetually lost in their own heads. St. Petersburg, or rather the nonchalant “Piter”, was like a friend and a lover at once, an entity to trust your entire being’s secrets to. I’d feel him in the cold April winds and the trembling sunset in the Neva river, in the cups of hot tea and coffee in the cosy cafes in the city centre, in the street artists dressed up as Catherine the Great or Peter the Great, in the magnificent palaces and the old Nazi bomb sites, in the beautiful and resilient souls of its unbelievable, kind people.
Ever since I’ve met Piter, the grand and unshakeable stronghold of a magnificent empire, I’ve never been able to love anything with more compulsion. Perhaps you’d think I’m exaggerating, but I love this city like I would love my own father. He filled up an emptiness inside of me, gifted me with inspiration and determination, and most importantly, strength. I felt like I had a friend in him, a home. Piter is a melancholic and poetic city, one that has the ability to make your feelings more pronounced, more intense, as if your life is in the midsts of a nuclear core, the intensity of which is electrifying. It’s the love of my life.
For someone who has never felt ‘at home’ anywhere, finding home in this tender and terrific city is a beautiful thing. I feel proud of St. Petersburg for those 872 days of resistance against the Siege of Leningrad, I feel proud of those strong, beautiful people who have fought until their last breaths against nazi occupation and who never gave up. And won. St. Petersburg was founded by Peter the Great, Emperor of Russia, and became the centre of a grand empire and the capital of a great nation. St. Petersburg has seen wars and battles so horrific, and yet its people have always resisted, fought and protected their home.
This latest incident will not scare the seasoned fighter’s souls of the city’s inhabitants. Each one of us has at least one family member who died in the Second World War protecting their homeland. We owe it to them to stay strong and united, humble and brave, open-minded and kind. My heart is bleeding that a place I love so incredibly much, has been the site of so much pain and suffering. My heart goes out to all those affected by the horrible events in St. Petersburg on April 3d.