We trained
through Eastern Poland and Western Lithuania.
The countryside became less manicured and populated as we travelled east, we
started to see lots of cranes, horse, geese, and (of course) cows. Quite a
bucolic feel. At the border the passport control soliders came on, and
carefully looked at our passports before stamping them (well, mine at least,
Luke has the advantage of a British passport, but personally I like my stamps),
occassionally stroking his gun. Ugh, I hate having people with guns around me.
I don't like them having the ability to instantly kill me if
they choose. Quite unlike the Polish passport guard, who got bored halfway
through our cabin, and forgot to check my passport at all (no Polish stamp).
Further into Lithuania we started to see some of the
ex-soviet heavy industry, including the nuclear power plant sister to that in Chernobyl. A stop over in
the middle of nowhere (well, the middle of Lithuania,
I guess) then off the quirky Vilnius
:)
And quirky was the
right word for it. It had its charm, with beautiful buildings and churches, but
nothing like Prague, Krakow or Warsaw. The bulidings were not restored to
the same level, but it had a very festive atmosphere to it. Luke and I sat down
and had a few beers and a pizza (Luke still hasn't managed to find anything
other than chips or pizza to eat in Europe, my pizza was a "vegetable
pizza", which unlike my one in Prague
did not have cucumber on), then just people watched. Cultural difference was interesting -
we almost never saw two Lithuanian girls walking around together without
holding hands. I think it is lovely, physical contact enhances friendship for
me, and it is pleasent to walk around holding hands with friends, and sad that
you can only do this with a partner in most cultures.
Our second day
in Vilnius started with an exit of Lithuania, and
a visit to the Independent Republic of Uzupias. In Vilnius, after they achieved independence
finally from the Prussians, Russians, Germans and Russians
(again), a small group of idealistic artists declared their suburb Uzupias (in
the bend in the River Vilnele) to be an Independent Republic.
They have their own passport control (but we didn't see them, maybe they
couldn't be bothered that day, hey Poland didn't try hard either) and
own constitution, and Luke and I loved it :)
We criss-crossed
the Republic several times, and had breakfast in its only restaurant (mmm...
omlette). The Republic was full of crumbling old buildings, lovely statues
(such as the Angel of Uzupias in the middle, and a mermaid in the small river
that surrounds it) and paintings. Their constitution is engraved on metal
plaques in French, English and Lithuanian. While reading the constitution Luke
was hit by a van, but it was only a nudge :)
This is their
constitution:
1. Everyone has
the right to live by the River Vilnele, and the River Vilnele has the right to
flow by everyone.
2. Everyone has
the right to hot water, heating in winter and a tiled roof.
3. Everyone has
the right to die, but this is not an obligation.
4. Everyone has
the right to make mistakes.
5. Everyone has
the right to be unique.
6. Everyone has
the right to love.
7. Everyone has
the right to not be loved, but not necessarily.
8. Everyone has
the right to be undistinguished and unknown.
9. Everyone has
the right to idle.
10. Everyone has
the right to love and take care of the cat.
11. Everyone has
the right to look after the dog until one of them dies.
12. A dog has
the right to be a dog.
13. A cat is not
obliged to love its owner, but must help in time of need.
14. Sometimes
everyone has the right to be unaware of their duties.
15. Everyone has
the right to be in doubt, but this is not an obligation.
16. Everyone has
the right to be happy.
17. Everyone has
the right to be unhappy.
18. Everyone has
the right to be silent.
19. Everyone has
the right to have faith.
20. No one has
the right to violence.
21. Everyone
has the right to appreciate their unimportance.
22. No one has
the right to have a design on eternity.
23. Everyone has
the right to understand.
24. Everyone has
the right to understand nothing.
25. Everyone has
the right to be of any nationality.
26. Everyone has
the right to celebrate or not celebrate their birthday.
27. Everyone
shall remember their name.
28. Everyone may
share what they possess.
29. No one may
share what they do not possess.
30. Everyone has
the right to have brothers, sisters and parents.
31. Everyone may
be independent.
32. Everyone is
responsible for their freedom.
33. Everyone has
the right to cry.
34. Everyone has
the right to be misunderstood.
35. No one has
the right to make another person guilty.
36. Everyone has
the right to be an individual.
37. Everyone has
the right to have no rights.
38. Everyone has
the right to not be afraid.
39. Do not
defeat.
40. Do not fight
back.
41. Do not
surrender.
After leaving
Uzupias to return to Vilnius,
Luke and I visited the Museum to Genocide Victims, which is in the old KGB/NKVD
headquarters. The Lithuanians never really had a good time since the downfall
of the Lithuanian empire, with the Ribbentrop-Molotov pact in 1940 sealing
their doom. The agreement between the Nazis and the Soviets allowed Stalin to
invade Lithuania
and rule it, killing or deporting 40 000 Lithuanians. When the Nazis broke the
pact and invaded Lithuania,
they were much worse, killing 300 000 in concentration camps (including wiping
out the Jews) between 1941-44. The Soviet recapture heralded a wave of retribution
killings for "collaborating" with the Nazis (and paranoid Stalin
random killing), with 200 000 killed or deported to Siberia.
This wave of terror was started by Iron Felix, and run by the KGB/NKVD where
the museum now is. It was interesting to see a painting of Iron Felix, about
whom I have read so much but never seen a picture, and to tour the old Soviet
prisons. We saw the room of water torture, which has a small platform in the
middle of the room surrounded by ice-cold water, where the prisioners had to
balance on the platform for days, or stand/sleep in ice-cold water and freeze
to death. There was also a padded room for prisoners that went insane after
torture, and there were pictures of the Lithuanian partisans who resisted the
Soviets. So sad to think that only in 1990 did Lithuania finally become
independent.
Afterwards for
some lighter viewing we visited the world's only statue to Frank Zappa. We
walked around Katedros aikete (the Cathedral
Square) and visited the Vilnius Cathedral. We looked
for the stebuklas (miracle tile, if you spin around it your wishes come true),
but couldn't find it. So sad. We walked through the Old Town,
and looked at the old Baroque churches, and St Anne's church (in gothic style).
It was nice, but I'm not quite sure why Napoleon picked that one to say he
wished he could take it home in the palm of his hand. We walked up to Gedimino Tower,
the only remaining tower of the High Castle of the Grand Dukes of Lithuania, and visited
the Higher Castle Museum.
It was sad to
see that Lithuania
has no "bankomats", preferring to call them ATMs. I miss the
bankomats. Bankomat is such a cool word...
Come evening, we
sat in the Old Town
to drink some pear cider (very easy to drink, nice and smooth, a little bit
sweet), then wandered off to view the Red Army vistory statues on the Green Bridge
(the only Soviet statues that weren't pulled down, because everyone says they
look nice). Another few ciders, and then a beer wagon rode past (a mobile bar
with eight people cycling and drinking beer, one working the keg and drinking
beer, and one steering and drinking beer. Must be tough on the cobblestones). We had beer glasses
that held a litre each (just as well, because I didn't have a jumper and
nothing keep you warm like a few litres of beer), and looked at the menu. My
favourites were "rings of Squids" which sounds like a bad sci-fi
movie, but I choose some type of vegetable bake. As we were
sitting in the only bar in Uzupias, which overhangs the river, a kyaker shot
past. Vilnius
is a very peculiar city indeed.