My family members are unfortunately not banya fans. They come from the south. The reasoning is that it’s not so customary there. Now they’ve been living for 113 years in Petersburg, longer than they lived in Moldavia. My father-in-law couldn’t get used to the banya visits with colleagues always turning into binge fests. So he didn’t go along anymore. And the biggest disgrace is that we even have a sauna oven in the banya. (shame). I’m writing this because of course I would go into the banya when we’re at the dacha in the winter. But oh, and the work, noo…. Which is another reason why I was not yet able to throw myself naked into the snow as seen in films or from “Wer-Hat’s-erfunden”(famous German-language ad campaign.
It was winter and we visited the painter Tanja Skorlupkina at home on the outskirts of St. Petersburg. The have a banya in the basement. Somewhat small for someone like me but they have one. Would I like to go into the banya. Of course I do. What a question. There is a basement door, which leads directly to the garden. There wasn’t enough snow for me to throw myself into it. But I stood naked in the garden and rubbed myself with snow. I hope that counts also. Lilija (who was of course not in the banya. I am the only banya hero in the family!) took photographic evidence.
Also observe my banja hat. – They have to look so silly.
Now a nap
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