Broken Glass and Sandpits Don’t Match

Severobaykal’sk, Russia

On my way back to the Baikal Trail Hostel I walked through the airy spaces between the looming apartment block complexes and across the raggedy courtyards of patchy grass, dust and dirt. I passed some forlorn-looking children’s playground equipment. As I walked past the sand pit I saw a little girl sitting patiently in the dirty sand picking broken beer and vodka bottle glass from her cherished play area. For same reason this image continues to ply my experience-addled brain!