With the fall of the Soviet Union still fresh in memory, Akerman set off to travel through Western Europe then onward to a snowbound Moscow, camera in hand. The result is a record of that journey, none the less articulate for its absence of spoken commentary, taking in travelers, landscapes both rural and urban, and a chain of train stations and bus depots. Far from imagining the End of History following the obsolescence of Communism, Akerman seems to clearly descry a hard, new world ahead—and the last quarter century has proven her nothing if not prophetic.
