This is the post office in Odessa not far from where I live and work. On the outside the building appears ordinary, on the inside... Unfortunately, a picture cannot capture all the senses of this room. It is vast inside and usually busy with many people trying to mail their items. The agents working for the postal service are very helpful and they stamp the letters on the marble counters while you wait. This creates a loud thumping noise which echos off the walls. This would explain why no one has taken notice of the little boy in the picture who has abandoned his bicycle and is running in circles singing his favorite Soviet tunes he would have learned in Pioneer camp if it still existed. Instead, he whirls around in silence.
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