We met Vladimir in Murmansk. He was traveling on a bus, with a large backpack and... barefoot. People looked with interest at the unusual passenger, but did not dare to start a conversation. We were the first to break the silence: “Excuse me, but are you the same traveler who travels without shoes?” To be sure, he looked at himself and nodded affirmatively: “Yes, it’s me.” I was struck by his eyes and smile, very kind, as if an angel from an icon looked at you... Ekaterina Panfilova, editor