PROyachting, Tuesday Warm-Up and Wednesday Night Races, Moscow, 10 km from Kremlin
Sometimes it is enough to change the angle and all around magically turns. The golden curtain is opening. The ordinary boats are melting leaving the space for mysterious insects and butterflies appearing on the scene. They move graciously over slowly reflecting in the surface. Nothing exists more, just their black silhouettes sliding over the water. Welcome to sailing psychedelia.