Day 1: Race in the afternoon...

The WC-team championships was at stake and I was about to witness my first icespeedway heat. The tension was intense and the crowd was extatic. The noise from the roaring engines mixed with the fanatic audience was unforgettable. I took position by the stands at the end of the first curve. The race was on and I tried to film the heats as good as I could with my single DVcam. Worthless I remember thinking. Total rubbish! The bikes roared passed me and left a cloud of ice and snow behind them. I thought that was it. No more icespeedway shooting. I talked to Posa afterwards and confessed how poor my footage was. "-Never mind that, Posa said. What´s the big deal watching bikes going round and round lap after lap? Tag along on our journey into Siberia and look what happens in between the races instead."Spoken like a true master. I was dumbstruck. Of course he was right. I let go of the prestige and decided to accept the galant offer. Instead I filmed Posa while he ran off to shake hands with Sergei Kazakov and Alexander Moskovka, two former Soviet riders whom Posa instantly recogniced. Well, I thought. Siberia, here I come.

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Krasnogorsk..still in Krasnogorsk...