Polina K.@worduuup

Serial wanderluster / photographer / storyteller
from Saint-P / Minsk / 5 years in Africa
Escaped from Russia to explore the world

Who's your spirit, power animal, your Patronus? Who's your magical charm, a projection of all your most positive feelings that takes the shape of the animal with whom you share the deepest affinity? Your gift of light. Do you know that if you can conjure a Patronus, you can protect yourself against the world? Which, in some of our cases, seems like a necessity sooner rather than later :) This one has been my the world's best Patronus Charm for the past 5 years, my positive force, a projection of the very things that the dementors feeds upon — hope, happiness, the desire to survive — my magic creature who is able to drive back all sorts of darkness and madness when we are together.
And who's yours?
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#WHPwildthing
#WorduuupGoesToKenya


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I will never understand Auschwitz. No one will — The reminder that absolute evil is never extinguished from the world.
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"At Auschwitz, tell me, where was G-d?” you might hear. But, tell me: "Where was man?”
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Man — that being who invented the gas chambers, who decided to turn the earth into a graveyard, and who sat idly by as his neighbor toiled in death.
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Look. Don’t turn away. Don’t close your eyes. Don’t pretend this doesn’t exist. Come in, please, to the gas chamber. To the isolation ward. To the firing wall. Dead people. A lot of dead bodies. Easy like that. Mass Death as a trifle.
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Those "textile products” made of human hair. Those boots from the dead in which ordinary Germans happily went to theatres & restaurants, fell in love, laughed.
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False. Lies. You are directed to the village, pack your stuff. There were even printed tickets. Yes Yes! Tickets. To Auschwitz.
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And then — Birkenau platform. 300 meters till the gates of death.
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I walked along these rails on gravel — past the red brick ruins of crematoria, by barracks & barbed wire, thinking what did we do wrong to deserve this? We — didn’t, the world did something wrong, terribly wrong.
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So to whom does Auschwitz belong today? To all those who are willing to bear this burden, even without having gone through it. To whom the shadows of gas chambers still loom large & the smoke of crematoria still blackens their face, who feel the smell like a stove in his throat. To those who feel the tragedy as an inner oppression. And maybe if “Never Forget” will become an 11th Commandment, humanity will have a chance.
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Theodor Adorno said: "Writing poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.” But the better question is whether it’s possible to live on after Auschwitz.
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The largest murder on ethnic grounds in history: when people were turned into numbers & the ashes of 6 million lives were flushed into the pond.
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If I had my way, every child would be taken to Auschwitz, that they see & learn.
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Is it possible to live on after Auschwitz? It’s possible. We live. The question is how.
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#TheSunWillRise
#WorduuupGoesToIsrael


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I want my life to be the greatest story, my very existence to be the greatest poem.
Watch me burn.
Love always, your P.
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#WorduuupGoesToSaintPetersburg
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📷 @andrei_mikhailov


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Gotta do my hair, put my make-up on, it’s Friday night and it won’t be long ‘til I hit the dance floor... #WorduuupGoesToSaintPetersburg
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📍@corinthiastpetersburg, Petersburg, Russia


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I love books that have been written with cold winter nights in mind. Without a doubt, these are the books for when the birds has flown south, the wood is stacked by the fireplace, and the roofs are white with snow; that is, for when one has no desire to venture out and one's friends have no desire to venture in.
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Imagine how beautiful it is when snow has fallen during the night, but splendid too when the ground is white with frost; or even when there is no snow or frost, but it is simply very cold and the housemaids hurry to the living room to stir up the fire, how well this fits the season's mood. You make yourself some hot chocolate or take a glass of wine, find a book with yellow worn smelling pages and curle up in a big soft armchair near this fireplace, ready to travel.
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Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home. The books transport you into new worlds and introduce you to amazing people who lived exciting lives. You go on olden-day sailing ships with Joseph Conrad, to Africa with Ernest Hemingway and to India with Rudyard Kipling. You travel all over the world while sitting in your cozy room in the very heart of Petersburg. And the more you read, the more you ask. And when you ask, you think. If you think, you search. If you search, you experience. If you experience, you grow. If you grow, you wish. If you wish, you find. And if you find, you doubt. If you doubt, you question. If you question, you understand and if you understand, you know. If you know, you want to know more and this is how you learn. The more you learn, the more places you'll travel.
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Being curious, by definition, means you’re eager to know or learn something. Whether you’re experiencing the sights of far-off lands, or expanding your mind with the books. London, Barcelona, Nairobi, Mexico, Paris, Rome, Helsinki, Marrakesh, Amsterdam, Cologne, Bangkok, Delhi, Bali, Venice, Mallorca, Kyoto ― the whole world in one place, in Alexander House, in the middle of my beloved city. #WorduuupGoesToSaintPetersburg
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📍@alexanderhousehotelspb, Petersburg, Russia


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We wish everyone a cruise! Good luck and let's rock!


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Can you imagine living somewhere without seasons? Real seasons, I mean. I've spent 5 years like this. I've missed the changes, the variety. Especially spring. How could I live without spring? Days like this are worth every snowstorm and slush puddle. By the end of March, it seems like winter will never end. All that snow and ice that seemed so wonderful in December is driving you crazy. But you know spring's coming. Every year, you wait for that first warm day, then the next and the next, each better than the last. You hear the sounds of melting snow outside your window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, you remember life exists. You can't help but be happy. You forget winter and get the chance to start over. Fresh possibilities.
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📍 @alexanderhousehotelspb, Petersburg, Russia
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#WorduuupGoesToSaintPetersburg


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Sometimes it feels so separate, like I’ve touched something that’s taken the color out of me. It feels like there is no more vibrant colours and shades I knew existed, only black or white when it comes to pain and what we each hold ourselves responsible for. But remember that what we choose to emphasize in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something. If we remember those times and places — and there are so many — where people have supported each other and behaved magnificently, this gives us the energy to act, and at least the possibility of sending this spinning top of a world in a different direction. This isn't a perfect world, yes, looks like this world being broken. Maybe we’re supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. But maybe WE ARE the pieces. Maybe, what we’re supposed to do is come together. Maybe this is tikkun olam in action. And that’s how we can stop the breaking. Nevertheless, if we do act, in however small a way, we don’t have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvellous victory. At the end of the day the piano keys are still black and white but together they sound like a million colours in our mind. #WorduuupGoesToSaintPetersburg
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📷 @andrei_mikhailov


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So many people have told me ”No”, and I needed to find something I believed in so profoundly that I could just smile and tell them ”WATCH ME”.
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Learn to take rejection as motivation to prove people wrong. They may try to stop you by their words and deeds, but like air you will rise above it all. Beat the gravity. Be unstoppable. Not because you do not have failures or doubts. But because you continue on despite them. Use what you've been through as fuel, believe in yourself. Take anything you want with a smile. Refuse to give up, no matter what. It’s the best skill you can ever learn.
שבוע טוב
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#WorduuupGoesToSaintPetersburg
#WHPawaywego
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📷 @andrei_mikhailov


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The colors of Georgia 🇬🇪 #WorduuupGoesToGeorgia
#WHPawaywego


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Spring and the City
#WorduuupGoesToGeorgia


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It was the face of spring, it was the warmness of sunshine breath. Pomegranate glowed in her lips, and the endless sky in her eyes. That late March morning a freezing wind blew in. When she woke up, she went to the window and found the whole world encased in ice. She put out her hand to the white cool powdering of snow that had come back, silently, with no announcement, in the night. She shrieked out in delight and her cry tore through the silence and exploded the ice on the eaves of the neo-baroque house glowing goldenrod and carmine and eggshell blue. The wind carried the memory of magic, revolution, violins, and the cobbled lanes meandered like creeks. The world shone. And all of this, this breath-coolness and sunshine-tenderness was held forever in one miracle of photographic is chemistry which no clock winds could blow upon to change one hour or one second; this fine cool white snow would never melt, but live a thousand summers. #WorduuupGoesToSaintPetersburg
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📷 @andrei_mikhailov


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