Boiling Kathmandu: the power of temples and the weightlessness of dwellings, the perishability of being and the mystery of history. Here the lightness of the constructions overshadows the cosmic power of the mountains, and the fragility of any regime is age-old power of  ice. The life of an anthill at the foot of the Himalayas: a Maoist base, a refugee camp from Tibet, Buddhist monasteries, the instability of the royal power – all is the bustle of vanity …

Participants of Sergei Maksimishin’s photo workshop prayed for only one  – the endlessnes of their memory cards.

And the memory gripped the multicolored outfits against shameless poverty, and the key life on the wretched ruins of the kingdom, and the hard carabinieri on the Kathmandu bridges, and the gaping poverty of the nursing home, and the mischievous smiles of the monk boys, shining like a country shining like monks.