Showing posts with label Moscow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moscow. Show all posts

01 September 2017

Budapest and Moscow Have Figured It Out!

One of the highlights of my trip to Budapest was a trip outside the city to a place called Memento Park. This is an open-air museum that was created to house statues of the former Communist regime. Anyone who knows the history of Hungary, especially 1956, will understand that the era of Soviet rule was far from pretty. But other than tearing down a statue of Stalin in 1956 (and leaving his boots), there appears not to have been a slate of desecrating monuments from the ‘bad-old-days’. It was decided that these statues and reliefs would be best served as a museum of remembrance. Russia, as well, was left with many statues from the USSR days. Although there appears to be a Lenin still standing in most major cities (and perhaps towns as well), many of the older monuments have been removed. In Moscow Muzeom Park along the river is where you will find many of these far-from-forgotten characters.

Like my first day in St. Petersburg, my initial day in Moscow was spent walking and seeing the city. I started in Red Square, and what a mess! Unlike twenty-five years ago, when things were less touristy, I felt like I had the place all to myself. Not today, or ever again. I was immediately overwhelmed by the sight of dozens of tourists snapping pictures in the Revolution Square metro stop while Muscovites attempted to get on with their day. I finally made a dash for the stairs and emptied out in to Red Square where I was met with more tour groups and the closing of the square. Apparently, there was some sort of major event in the offing and Red Square was filled with tents, fencing, and more tour groups jostling for limited space. This is where I decided it was best to begin my trek down the Moscow River towards…who knows. 
Peter the Great


As I strolled along the river, I noticed the constant construction. I’m guessing this is in anticipation of World Cup 2018, right around the corner. But it seems like the construction has been going on for years. Soviet buildings have been replaced by modern edifices and clean, new parks. I was drawn further down the river towards, what appeared to be an enormous statue of a man steering a boat. Yes, indeed, I had come upon the horrible statue of Peter the Great. Muscovites hate this monument for many reasons, the least of which is how ugly it is. It smacks of the Soviet/Russian predilection for gigantism. There is literally no purpose for this statue…except one thing, if I had not seen it I might have missed Muzeom Park.

Although I had head of YYYY Park, I didn’t know where it was located and I had not made solid plans to visit. But I seem to have come upon it at the perfect time; I was tired of walking and I found lots of benches and lush grass to sit upon. As I was sitting, chugging my water, I began to notice the statues. Hey, it looks like Lenin over there! No surprise as Lenin is still accepted here, if not venerated, over twenty-five years after the fall of the Soviet Union. 
Hey, it's Lenin!
Then I saw the other heroes of the Soviet state: Marx, Engels, Brezhnev, and even Felix Derzhinsky. Yes, the same founder of the NKVD, who helped both Lenin and Stalin institute the organs of terror. Mixed in with the horrific Communist rabble, there were statues of poets, writers, and dissidents like Andrei Sakharov. As someone who loves history and photography, I had a field day at the park. I was taking pictures left, right, and center. I kept taking photos until I was just too hot and exhausted. When I sat down, I looked around and began to observe the locals. I saw office workers on their lunch breaks, bikers, skateboarders, parents with children, and other tourists. It was the things I didn’t see which struck me the most. Many of these statues were of quite horrible people; yes, there were even some Stalin statues. But no one seemed to mind. The statues blended in with the people’s daily life and seemed not to affect them. I didn’t see protests. There were no plaques designed to describe their crimes, real or imagined. It didn’t even appear that people were silently judging which statue offended them the most. Also, the statues were clear of any graffiti by those looking to grind an axe or two. And believe me, Russians have many axes to grind if they so choose. With all this going through my mind, I wondered why we can’t do something similar. Instead of erasing history for fear of offending others, why can’t we do like the Hungarians and the Russians: save the history, make a park, if you don’t like it…don’t go. Not a very revolutionary idea, but does it need to be?

Global Soviet
Stalin


Mr. Excitement - Brezhnev (#1)
Mr. Excitement - Brezhnev (#2)



Sakharov


Iron Felix Dzerzhinsky

30 August 2017

Notes About the Underground


Without a doubt, things have changed on the Russian trains; subway, intercity, and long-distance. The metros of St. Petersburg and Moscow were always something special, beautifully decorated with nearly every stop having its own personality. Of course, it helped that some of the gold and chandelier-filled stations of Russia’s two largest cities were ‘curated’ by the Soviets, who ransacked Orthodox churches before blowing them up. But it seems like the lethargy of the 1970s-1990s gave way to an explosion of metro building throughout the 2000’s. Not only do the trains run more frequently, but the stations are artfully constructed and easy for foreigners to navigate.

Revolutionary Glory remains in St. Petersburg Metro stations
What surprised me the most when I first stepped on to the Moskovskaya metro station in St. Petersburg, was the x-ray machines and metal detectors. Since the terrorist attacks in April 2017, all train stations in at least Moscow and St. Petersburg have been equipped with tighter security methods. In addition to the machines, there are cops everywhere; some of them heavily armed. I was wondering how they could check so many people heading into and out of the subways. I’m still not sure how well the system works as people’s pockets and bags are filled with metal, electronic devices, and plastics. Sometimes I was made to put my bags through the x-ray machines and other times I didn’t. I couldn’t quite decide on if there was some sort of regulation or formula as it all seemed so random. The workers who were checking the x-ray machines looked as bored as the people who do a similar job at the airports.

Once you pass through the security upstairs, you slowly (and I mean slowly) descend the multitude of escalators and reach the last bit of safety equipment - the blast doors. They are just as they are described, two heavy metal doors that separate riders from the tracks. Therefore, you have to listen for the sound of the train arriving or an announcement from the intercom person to know that your ride has arrived. The doors loudly slide open to allow passengers off before you can get on. Again, I question the wisdom of these blast doors. On the one hand, they look like they can contain damage from a substantial blast. That’s the good news. Then there is the bad news; what happens if a bomb goes off and you are on the train? How will you get out? I’m assuming there is a set of safety procedures but I could not see them posted anywhere, at least in English.

Beyond the Stalinist feel (what other feel would there be in Russia, Putinist, perhaps?) of the safety measures, riding the metros were a joy. It was especially joyful after hearing about all the problems with the NYC transit system which has been in the news recently. Unlike New York, both St. Petersburg and Moscow stations seem large enough to hold a growing population. The Moscow stations were particularly overwhelmed with locals and tourists alike but it seemed that everyone was able to find where they were going to with enough space to move. In Moscow there are at least ten lines but you can easily follow the maps which are in every station in Cyrillic and English. There are also signs on the ground pointing commuters in the right direction. This was particularly helpful in Moscow as the size of the system was almost overwhelming the first time. I’m unsure of how many lines were added over the years but it was definitely a more comprehensive system. There are now two ring lines that allow commuters to connect to other lines without having to head back into the city. It makes traveling easier for the time-strapped tourist and the busy Muscovite alike.

Fully-rounded view of the Moscow Metro
Finally, the décor! I could go on forever (wait, let me try…) about the beauty of the design and the layout of the St. Petersburg and Moscow metro stops but that would require months (years?) of traveling the lines to get my facts straight. It is hard to put into words the amount of decorations, mosaics, statues, etc. metro riders walk by every day. I often wonder how many of them take the time to actually look at what is around them. Or are they like New Yorkers, heads buried in phones or eyes on the ground? How one could not be amazed is beyond me. St. Petersburg, for all accounts, is not quite as fancy as Moscow. You can still much Socialist Realist art on the walls. In Moscow you can also find heavy duty Soviet stations like Ploshchad Revolyutsii as well as some of the newer, less political stations. I was in one, Novoslobodskaya that was filled with mosaics and stained glass. I didn’t have time to see who or what was represented. But the station I was near, was easy to figure out, “Dostoyevskakay”. Built in 2010, this was full out Russian author with stone murals of some of his most famous works. There is one whole panel dedicated to Crime and Punishment and another to Fathers and Sons. On the way out the door (or on the way in) there is large mural of ole’ Fyodor himself.

Stained Glass at Novoslobodskay
Lenin Speaks!
How many more stations like this exist, I am unsure. It seems that the powers (power?) that be set out to create a transit system that was both practical and artistic. I am assuming there are train delays and other distractions but I often wonder why we cannot make our transit systems run this well. At rush hour, trains come barreling into the stations every one or two minutes. In New York them come every, what, six minutes? I also think the themed stations do so much for the commute as well. To a lesser degree, New York City stations are themed but not to this level. Imagine making your transportation system into a living museum, rather than a slimy Petri dish?






27 August 2017

Russia - The Return

The last time I was in Russia was in 1992. I had just finished college; although, I had previously taken a two-week trip to the then Soviet Union in 1990. It was obviously very Soviet back then. I remember the greyness, the sameness, the unsmiling faces. As for entertainment, restaurants and attractions were few and far between. I remember feeling quite fascinated with the whole experience, yet I also felt vaguely threatened; I never knew if something terrible was going to happen. Yet, despite all this, the place had a certain charm…a Stalin/Brezhnev kind of charm. The buildings had not changed in years, the streets were uneven and pockmarked, and you never knew what the prices would be the next day. I knew that I would not see a place like this again in my life. And if I ever came back, I didn’t expect much of a change. How wrong I was…

The Russia I see now is considerably changed. First, Moscow and Petersburg are much more tourist friendly. When I (briefly) went to Red Square this week, the place was mobbed with tour groups. In fact, the metro was constantly overwhelmed with tourists of all nationalities, shapes, and sizes. I popped off a train at Revolution Sq. (filled with Soviet revolutionary statues) only to be confronted by at least fifty Japanese tourists snapping pics. There was literally nowhere to move, so I bobbed and weaved my way out the door. This would never have been the case in the 1990s. There are also more museums and tours to take. If you want to go along the Neva River in St. Petersburg there are various boat companies hawking their wares. You can do the same along the Moscow River as well. And then there are the restaurants. In the 1990s, I was lucky to find a stolovaya (cafeteria) that sold halfway decent food. If I wanted something fancier, like a Georgian restaurant, I would have to head way out of the center of the city…only to find the place was closed for “repairs”. Today, there are no such problems. Restaurants fill the streets of both Petersburg and Moscow so the only problem is making a choice of where to eat. And best of all, I no longer feel the menace, the dread that I did twenty-five years ago. I feel like I can travel the subways and the streets and be relatively safe.

Pete & Paul Fortress from across the Neva
Another view on a cloudy day
What will I see during my trip across the country is anybody’s guess. I’m thinking that outside of the main metropolises I will find more of the old ways. Will these old ways be Russian or Soviet, I don’t know. But I do hope I find things a little less slick and polished that I did in Moscow and St. Petersburg. While I do not want to go back to the mood of 1992, it would be nice to feel some of the quaintness that I did before. Before I felt like a pioneer while today I feel like I am just one of many exploring the Russian lands. 
One of the Stalinist Seven Sisters
Old Soviet hotel