From Moscow to Pietushki: A Journey with Benedict Yerofeyev

"But me, what am I? I’ve partaken of much, but nothing works on me. I haven’t really laughed properly, even once, and I’ve never thrown up, even once. I, who have partaken of so much in this world that I’ve lost count and the sequence of it all, I am soberer than anyone else in this world.” Cinematic poetry; poetic cinema.