Vladimir Nabokov (1899-1977) based almost his entire oeuvre on one time: the memory of his happy youth in St. Petersburg. But he was never able to realize the return journey that he so often traveled in his mind. Guus Luijters went to Leningrad in his stead.
The curtain of rain that has been withdrawing the Baltic and the Gulf of Finland from view all day, suddenly seems to get a chink in it; from out of the fog looms a lightspot that fast splits into several sources: lighthouse, streetlights, the headlights of a parked car. The contours of the city approach, become streets and buildings, the city itself, Helsinki in the rain.
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