I'll come clean immediately: I am a child of the desert. Walking on frozen water scares the crap out of me. Snow and Ice are foreign elements to my warm, sunny soul. I sleep with my window open when the thermometer tells me its -20ºc outside. And yet I find myself fascinated by the effects the cold is having on this very siberian city around me. For your enjoyment and consideration, some pictures taken through three or four layers of thermic clothing, with the aforementioned jammed camera. of strange and entrancing ways the cold manifests itself on Berlin. Would you beleive that I am currently fascinated with frozen air? As yet, I wish warmth upon thee… just not upon Mickey, whose diploma was saved by the cold.