The first hours in the taiga are quite unusual for a city dweller. The depth of silence is pressing. Then, many days later, the same silence will beckon you back, tearing the harsh fabric of the urban buzz. As well as air. You will spend the first night in a tent in oblivion, including fatigue. It sounds satirical, but the body, accustomed to eating urban smog and asphalt dust, suffocates and falls asleep, strangled by the soft stranglehold of oxygen on the forest slope.