Ostrovok (literally meaning small island) is a deserted part of the town made up of the two old houses, one of which is destroyed. Pictured above is an inhabited one, and nearly all the sounds of this place are connected to its dwellers’ activities in a way. You will hear a pigeon flying up to me and then stepping on the rustling leaves scattered all over the place and a man calling his cat. All these are backed by the air-went hum and distant trains.
Recorded September 25th, 2010 (CA-14)
Published October 1st, 2010.
