Some background music, if you will? My new Petersburg home is a vintage oasis frozen in time. It’s a place where Glenn Miller plays on a worn-out record player. Stacks of books consisting of world classics and anthologies reach perilously unstable heights. Films from the forties like Sun Valley Serenade are dubbed in Russian and played on repeat. Finally. People who get me. These people also happen to be in their seventies. Two different types of old souls collide. Larisa Ivanovna first greeted me with a squirmy wiener dog on her shoulders. Her husband, Mikhail, excitedly pushed me into their small yet labyrinthine Petersburg flat. I clumsily removed my boots at the door – Russian law – and put on the warm, arch-supported slippers…