Day 1: Afternoon race.
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 point looking at bikes going round and round? Tag along on our journey into Siberia and look what happens in between the races instead." Right! Spoken as a true master. I was dumbstruck. He was right. I let go of the prestige and decided to accept the galant offer. Siberia, here I´ll come.

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