Dasvidanya

Poor neglected blog! I didn't want it to be this way, but, you know.

So I'm in Canada again. After weeks of deliberation I decided to leave Moscow. Though I liked living there, I feel like it's not a good time for me to be there now. You may hear of me traipsing about Russia at a future date however.


Before I left I managed to tuck in a trip to St. Petersburg, a move to another flat, a Christmas dinner at the American Bar & Grill, a staff party (replete with pizza, champagne, beer, and a drinking game), and a live guitar show. Oh yeah, and I had my camera stolen when I was on the metro on Christmas Eve. For the rest of my time in Moscow my friends had to witness my mourning over the 200+ lost photos of St. Pete's and two weeks worth of photos from Moscow.

On the 29th I flew to London and paid my aunt and uncle a visit. My flight from London to Vancouver was on the 31st and 2009 greeted me in Fountain Valley. Do you realize that I just travelled back in time? So time travel is possible.

Focus on killing the bear

Stereotypically, Russians don't think about the future. Since the future is uncertain, there isn't much point in worrying about it.

As they say, focus on killing the bear - don't talk about how you're going to divide the spoils (fur).

Unemployment in Moscow

Due to the financial crisis, unemployment figures are expected to rise. There's a lot of hidden unemployment in Moscow too, where people continue to work at their job even though they aren't being paid. If you're lucky, you get paid at a later date, or you're told that they get a month off without pay.

Putin has proposed to raise the unemployment allowance to 4900 rubles (about $175 US) per month. If you're flat is paid for (as it is for the older generation of Soviet times), then that might be enough to scrape by on.

Troubles

Well, I'm not going to get into the details, but things are interesting over here during the financial crisis. I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be around, but I'm putting in a effort to stay.

Dictionary troubles

I'd bought a pocket Russian-English dictionary several weeks ago, only to realize that it was missing the B and C sections. This past weekend I finally got around to using broken Russian and hand signals to exchange it. It must have taken half an hour since the assistant at Dom Knigi had to talk to several other staff members. I have no complaints though, don't get me wrong. I did find it strange, though, that the faulty dictionary was given a new bar code sticker and put back on the shelf.

Taking a car

Taking a car, which is a cross between hitch hiking and taking a taxi, is common in Moscow. You stick your hand out, say, near the entrance of a metro station, and ask the driver if they are going in your direction. You arrange a cost and away you go. I've done this a few times now, but only with a Russian person with me.

The last time I caught a car I accidentally pulled out the ashtray from the door. I panicked for a moment because I thought that I'd broken the handle off the man's door. I realized that it was only an ashtray, but as I left I threw it into the dark of the backseat as I was unable to put it back.

The beginning of December

It's unusually warm here at the moment, but it's certainly not tropical. One good thing about this is that there are few insects.

Dogs often wander in metro stations and snuggle up to sleep. There are many stray dogs in Moscow and I can't imagine how they manage to keep warm and get enough to eat.


New Years trees are going up everywhere you look.


I haven't been out much lately, but this past weekend I happened upon the weekend clothing market at Sportivnaya. You can buy cosmetics, wigs, jeans, clothing, boots, food, hats, and endless other items. Place your orders now! However, keep in mind that I have very little room in my luggage.

In Moscow people train dogs to beg for money. People are quite generous giving spare change to babushkas in the street and amputees in camo on the metro, but nothing brings out the awws like a dog holding a pail for cash.



Storage at the market.






Next I visited the Novedevichy Cemetary. There are dozens of famous Russians buried here. I spent a long time copying down map information and figuring out whose graves I wanted to visit. Here's Boris Yeltsin's grave:


I couldn't find all the graves I was looking for, so I intend to go back sometime in the future.


Next door is the New Maiden's Convent.



Here's a model of the grounds.