Back In The USSR (Again)
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Arriving into Chisinau I was met by complete and utter darkness, not a streetlight twinkled in the night sky. I had heard reports about the capital of Moldova being a little behind in the times but this was a little extreme wasn’t it? Was I to assume that this country had no electricity? If this was the case, what I had got myself into? It’s winter and this usually means cold temperatures, and seeing as I had turned up after a flight via Bucharest from Amsterdam, I was a little nervous how chilly it could get here, and the chances of me being able to have a warm shower to wash off the days’ travel and warm up.
The hostel I have checked into is warm, well my room is, the kitchen area is freezing and the hot water I’m sad to say, non existent.
Chisinau is a city of contrasts. Janet had emailed me earlier saying she had heard reports of Moldavian people being some of the most depressed in the world. Perhaps it was from all the cold showers they had been brought up with. Surely this bathing ritual can’t make anyone happy so I could understand the depression.
Walking around this capital I have seen a lot of sites (well okay that makes it sound like there is a lot to see, and in truth there isn’t all that much.) I’m not sure I would recommend this place for its architecture, or convenience, but if you want to see what life was like in the Former Soviet Union, it has that going for it.
Here in Moldova, it seems that time has stood still. Yes you can see a couple of fancy cars driving along the road, but the roads are full of pot holes and you need to watch you step while outside so as not to fall in, or trip over the lids that seem to lie close to the manholes that require covering. The houses here range from shabby to only vaguely shabby.
But once again the people are friendly, in a closed off ex Soviet Union kind of way. Outwardly they appear cold, but maybe this is because the snow has started to fall here which makes them wrap up tightly and face downwards so as to watch their feet, but when you get lost – which I have done whilst walking around, they do their best to point you in the right direction and even smile.
So it has been while I am walking around this city, with the snow falling and the crackling of it landing into a powder like substance, that I listened to the new Gorrilaz album. The electronic rhythm of the music, mixing in with my surroundings makes me imagine what this country would be like if it were to join into the future and move forward, but for this to happen they need to invest in some street lighting so people can see where they’re going.
La reverdere from Chisinau