I love the summer in Norilsk, Russia

I love the summer in Norilsk, Russia

In the central part of Russia summer becomes warm--even hot--which makes possible for a good harvest of grain, fruit and vegetables. By the way, in Russia the real warmth does not start until the middle of April. And only in the end of May does everything start to bloom and people go without their warm clothing.  Well, in Norilsk it may take longer, as we are in Siberia, and we are the northernmost city in the world!

Summers can be very hot even in places where winters are very cold. The seasons change is dramatic. For example, in Vladivostok, the record low is −31.4 C and the record high was 33.6 C. High humidity makes the summers feel even hotter.  In Norilsk, we recently reached almost 30 C!

What I love most about the summer in Norilsk is that sun shines with a special bright and the blue skies get even more blue.  

I know that it may be a shock for a few, but the sky at Norilsk, is as blue as it may be in any other part of the world

Norilsk Russia: Blue skies in Siberia

Norilsk Russia: Blue skies in Siberia

I got my first real six-string
Bought it at the five-and-dime
Played it ‘til my fingers bled
Was the summer of sixty-nine

Me and some guys from school
Had a band and we tried real hard
Jimmy quit, Jody got married
I should’ve known we’d never get far

Oh, when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Yeah, I’d always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life

Ain’t no use in complainin’
When you’ve got a job to do
Spent my evenings down at the drive-in
And that’s when I met you, yeah

Standin’ on your mama’s porch
You told me that you’d wait forever
Oh, and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life

Oh, yeah
Back in the summer of sixty-nine, oh

Man, we were killin’ time, we were young and restless
We needed to unwind
I guess nothin’ can last forever, forever, no

Yeah

And now the times are changin’
Look at everything that’s come and gone
Sometimes when I play that old six-string
I think about you, wonder what went wrong

Standin’ on your mama’s porch
You told me that it’d last forever
Oh, and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life

Oh, yeah
Back in the summer of sixty-nine, oh
It was the summer of sixty-nine, oh, yeah
Me and my baby in sixty-nine, oh
It was the summer, the summer, the summer of sixty-nine, yeah
— Bryan Adams, written by himself and James Douglas Vallance

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