As a kid, January was my favourite month of the year because of the snow we used to get in Karviná — deep, heavy powder that made every day feel like pure fun.
Build bunkers.
Build snowmen.
Build slides and igloos.
Endless play until it got dark.
Golden days.
Simple joy.
These days?
Here?
Hmm.
You might’ve heard about Russia’s far east… the town of Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky… where record snowfall this winter buried the place under metres of snow.
The heaviest snowfall in decades.
Drifts so deep people had to dig tunnels just to get around.
It’s wild.
Hardcore.
But at least it’s the kind of winter you’ll remember forever.
You’ll remember that winter.
That’s what makes it interesting.
Honestly…
I wish something memorable would happen here.
Something where you’d look back and say:
Fuck… that was an amazing winter.