Other People's Children
01 Civilizations
Writer: It was a warm, dry Moscow day. We were strolling through the alleys of VDNKh. Without any particular destination – wherever our feet would take us, wherever our thoughts would lead. Just chatting. The conversation turned to Instagram (banned in Russia). I wasn’t registered yet and, frankly, didn’t understand what exactly I would photograph and share publicly if I got an account. Back then, this trend was just starting; many people were photographing and posting pictures of their food and selfies. And then, a manhole cover caught my eye. An idea! I’ll photograph and post pictures of manhole covers – them and only them! Since then, I’ve collected a collection of over several hundred unique manhole covers from all over the planet! Some people bring back magnets or figurines from their travels, but I photograph manhole covers in any new place, whether it’s a vacation or a business trip. At some point, friends and acquaintances also started photographing and sending me photos of manhole covers from their trips. I post those too. So now the geography of published manhole covers is wider than my personal experience. The only thing is, my friends complain that they’ve “gotten hooked on it“ and now, instead of the usual tourist attractions, they first look under their feet in search of a new unique manhole cover :) They complain, but they find them, photograph them, and send them to me. And I post them. It’s been almost ten years now.
Consultant: And remember how I almost got arrested in St. Petersburg because of your manhole covers! :) So, there I was, walking early in the morning to the Hotel Indigo for the fourth week of organizational development in the Gestalt approach. I still had some time, so I decided to take a walk to the Neva River. I see a manhole cover. Old, worn, with the barely discernible inscription “DEFENSE OF LENINGRAD.“ Just as I photographed it, out of the corner of my eye, I see another one like it a few meters ahead, but with a clearer inscription. I photograph the second manhole cover – and out of the corner of my eye, I see the next one, and move towards it. The third manhole cover had the clearest inscription. I’m delighted, carefully focusing my camera on the manhole cover, and suddenly someone shouts from behind me: “What are you doing here? Show me what you’re photographing!“ I turn around, finally lifting my head. In front of me stands an officer, and behind him, the entrance to a building with a sign “FEDERAL SECURITY SERVICE OF THE RUSSIAN FEDERATION – DIRECTORATE FOR THE CITY OF ST. PETERSBURG AND LENINGRAD OBLAST,“ Liteyny Prospekt, No. 4! To be honest, I’m not sure what he found stranger in the end: the fact that a person was photographing manhole covers near the FSB building, or that I started showing him my social media feed with pictures of manhole covers from all over the world.