Conversations About Tarkovsky in a Copenhagen Restaurant
The waiter, I guess, has overheard our conversation.
He serves the starters
with a quiet, efficient air and, when he’s done, whispers:
‘Nostalgiha is my favourite.’
A waiter with a thing for Tarkovsky – who would have thought it ?
A Russian émigré, perhaps, although we agree he could be from
He appears again, to clear the table - cracks a visual joke:
Hari drinking liquid oxygen in the scene from Solaris.
We like this waiter. He pours our wine
and it reminds us of a languid, mystic pool in Stalker.
Outside the city has changed into a gloomy Soviet landscape.
Our main course is something of a disappointment – the hot metal soup
served in Andrei Rublev.
A dog enters the restaurant. We gasp and laugh but we know from experience
this is not a good sign.
A woman in furs brings dessert. ‘ But where is our waiter ?’ we ask
‘the waiter with a thing for Tarkovsky ?’
‘Sadly his shift has ended’ she says and leaves a photo: A smiling boy - a head
shot only - victim of occupation.