“I recently climbed to the top of the statue of Peter the Great in the center of the city one night — 100 meters (330 feet) up and onto his head. We climbed up while the guards were sleeping. A weather vane was spinning in the wind on the very top. Below, the sun was slowly rising over Moscow. The city was asleep, and it was like life was frozen. I was the happiest person on Earth. I only need to look down to forget all my problems.”
— Yikes! Wait a minute! I thought the rule was “DON’T look down!” Der Spiegel’s as-told-to by leading Moscow “roofer” Marat Dupri
(and the accompanying slide show) is dizzying.