Tales of Old Königsberg

For a month now, I've felt like an amber fisherman. Amber is everywhere—in the morning sky when the sun rises, and in the evening sky when it sets, in the hair of girls passing by, in the windows of houses lit in the deepening gloom. I arrive in the town of Zheleznodorozhny and meet an amber fisherman there who, like me, misses the sea. Together, we set out to search for traces of the people who once lived here and dreamed of their own seas. We wander the streets between the walls of old houses, capturing the dreams of sleeping people, shadows lost in the darkness of the night, listening to the howling of dogs and deciphering secret signs in the ruins of a castle frozen in the amber glow of the rising moon.