These are my memories of participating in the «New (Un)school Literature» workshop, organized as part of the Summer School project. This is also the first time that studying has become not just part of a dreary daily routine, but a distinct episode in my life.
During the workshop, I learned how to wash dishes in cold water, not to grimace when going to the restroom (what is commonly called a hole in the floor), to sleep on lumps, to look at the Volga without the chance to swim there, to live without ice cream for two or three days, to subsist on buckwheat and canned meat, to drink coffee without milk, to shower in the mornings, to wash in icy water, and not to scream when seeing a bug right in front of my face… But no, that is not what I want to leave behind. Now, back to the beginning…
