The juxtaposition of wooden shacks and—right next to them, with no fire escape—elite high-rises is a graphic illustration of corruption. A manifesto made real. A monument. Made of reinforced concrete—on one side, shit and sticks on the other. Krasnoyarsk, the city of labor valor, has been passing by it for nearly twenty years. Governors and mayors, so many, have rushed past. The day before—for the first time in all this time—envoys from the loca…
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The juxtaposition of wooden shacks and—right next to them, with no fire escape—elite high-rises is a graphic illustration of corruption. A manifesto made real. A monument. Made of reinforced concrete—on one side, shit and sticks on the other. Krasnoyarsk, the city of labor valor, has been passing by it for nearly twenty years. Governors and mayors, so many, have rushed past. The day before—for the first time in all this time—envoys from the loca…