I didn't knew where to start, since I am on the road since more than a decade now, so, hello to you, reader!

Today is the 21st of June, the summer solstice, the longest day of the year, giving an aura of mysticism to the 'night long parties' I have in Scotland, and going back home in the little hours of the morning, the dawn has followed the sunset, and an unreal light shine over the light headed party-goers.

It does feel special.

In France, it is judiciously celebrated under the very laic and republican name 'Fete de la Musique', and it doesn't remove anything to the reality that it is a consacred day and night of live music and dancing, when many cities renders their centers pedestrians only, and music and shows pour over the roads and street in a happy chaos of amateurs, professional, drinkers and dancers, official rock concerts and herds of school-kids showing off their irish violin skills. As the sun sink low, boom-boxes carried in prams circle the streets, to the joy of some and despair of others.

In Yekaterinburg, the sunrise follows immediately the sunset, which it very sweet again, for the fantastic flaming lights it shine over the city, however I am here for work, and I have a hard time sleeping, in spite of the thick curtains of my hotel room. 

I am yet to see if anything happen for this special occasion; last night by the Yelstin Museum, which is also an opera house, a scene was set-up, and a giant screen showed a video of military exploits in a loop, along with electronic, grandiloquent music that Russians seems fond of. Meanwhile, I assisted for the first time to the painful attempts at a flashmob. The results were really good, but I was reassured to see that, as all large group projects, logistics and coordination requires work, and multiple attemps.