Gas Powered Cars + Interrogation
In Astrakhan, the first sense is that of smell. Leaving the train station, the odor of natural gas burning was pervasive. Plumes of bright white exhaust and sounds of engines running fast emanated from many mashrutka buses and battered old cars. Many of Astrakhan's fleet of vehicles (especially old ones) have been retrofitted to burn natural gas. Locally produced, this gas is sold in many filling stations of the city.
Walking along one day, I stopped to photograph an old house which was being reconstructed. Over the old walls, visible from the second floor up, there were new bricks being laid. As I took my picture, a beat-up white Lada screeched to a halt next to me, and a young guy of Caucasian aspect jumped out, frowning.
"What are you looking at!"
I explained that I'm a foreign architect, simply looking at the construction.
His expression softened, and, smiling, we said our goodbyes. As I walked past his car, I saw that there was no lid to his trunk. In the luggage space, there was a weathered red tank that read DANGER GAS. Holding my breath against the tell-tale exhaust, I walked off in search of more architecture.