Alexander Baryshnikov
NOVEMBER, 2012
It could have been a day like any other. Exactly the same as the one before.
Right now I’m not entirely sure what day of the week it was, only that for several months the color of the sky had varied between light purple and black (with occasional auroras in vibrant shades of phosphorescent green and deep red), and it was always like that as the winter solstice approached. It’s because of the latitude. Anchorage lies farther north than any place I had ever lived before, and it was much colder than the harshest winter I had experienced in Bratsk, the city where I grew up.
Setting up there was more than just a strategic decision. Alaska is one of the least densely populated inhabited territories in the world, almost impossible to access by land and—bet
