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Ask the Wacky American Chick Who Watched the Soviet Union Collapse
OK, the title is perhaps a slight exaggeration, but I was a student in the Russian for Foreigners department at then-Leningrad State University (photo here) during the fall semester of 1989, during which (among other things) the Berlin Wall came down and Nicolae Ceaucescu was executed.
It was definitely a wild and wacky time that changed my life immensely in all sorts of ways, large and small, and I wouldn't trade the experience for anything. The USSR busted all sorts of preconceptions I'd been raised with (my mom's reaction was "but why do you want to go there? I mean, our families tried forgenerations to leave, and now you want to go back?! I actually had to forge her signature on the program application, as I was under 21 when I applied, but I figured if I was old enough to enlist in the military, I was old enough to apply to an academic program.) I've written about it in bits and pieces around the SDMB over the years (one of my favorite stories can be found here). But by request, I'd like to give everyone the opportunity to, erm, interrogate me about the period and the experience. (If others would like to contribute their experiences, by all means, in true socialist spirit, this is meant as a communal undertaking, so please do share. I'll try to answer everyone to the best of my ability, sooner or later.) |
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Many of us have heard that, in Soviet Russia, the cars drove the people, rather than the other way around. Was this in fact true? How did the transition back to people driving cars work? Did it all happen in a day, or was it a drawn-out process? Or are the cars still driving the people today? Did many cars drive you while you were there?
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Sometimes, when I hear people talking about "Communist Russia" (a viewpoint they seem to have gleaned mostly from movies and urban legends) they seem to have the impression that the miserably oppressed people went around in a perpetual state of fear of being arrested.
Can you tell us something about the lives of the people living under Communism before its fall? Did they have the "yearning to breathe free" that we always imagine that people around the world have (i.e wanting to be just like Americans) and chafing at their restrictions? Or, (as I suspect), was it that most people didn't really feel all that oppressed in their daily lives?
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From the mid-1980s onward, the USSR did see quite a number of ethnic conflicts; as the material situation got worse and worse while the economy collapsed, the natural human response was to blame it all on the Other Guy. The results were pretty bloody in places like the Ferghana Valley and Nagorno-Karabagh, among others. I'm sure people complained before glasnost', but more below the surface. And there is certainly a good deal of nostalgia still, especially among older people who haven't fared well during the transition, for the days when there was practically no street crime, and a loaf of bread cost 5 kopecks. |
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Since you lived in a dorm I assume you ate in a university cafeteria, right? Did you shop at all? How was the selection? Were any of your Soviet classmates critical of the Soviet government or it's leaders? Is it true that female university students had to attend ROTCish classes? What about pop culture? Television? Was popular Soviet music very different (style-wise) than American? How much did people actually know about the USA?
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Selection? Bwaahahhhaaa! Actually, by 1989 there were a few "cooperative" (capitalist) clothing stores, and I did buy a couple of things (a nice wool shawl with flowers painted on it, which I still have). And a purple naugahyde book bag (which, as one classmate joked, was made only from the finest naugas), because a backpack was dead certain to mark you as a foreigner ripe for pickpocketing. I did a pretty good job of blending in, and was frequently mistaken for an Armenian. Quote:
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I was stationed in Europe during the same time period, as a Russian linguist. Later, as the Soviet Union "collapsed," I went on to become a Russian interpreter, and got to go on various missions in the former USSR. I've been the first American in a few places, and learned to really respect & love your average down-home country Russian. Some of the best belly-filling gosh-darned good-ass food I've had in my life was prepared completely from scratch out on someone's family's farm in the middle of Kamchatka by a little old granny who seemingly owned nothing more than a shack, a cow, and a chicken. Good times!
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Russia was at that time, and still is filled with cars. Little rickety cars. Your average Russian is a better car mechanic than your average American car mechanic. If your car breaks down, there's no AAA.
But it's the roads that are truly scary. People drive about as crazy as anywhere else. But in Russia, a pot-hole the size of a small crater forms on a main road, and no one bothers to mark it off or repair it. Just avoid it. If you hit it, well there goes your axle. Up to you to fix it. Amazingly, they're just really good at avoiding these pot-holes, even in traffic at high speed. Makes for scary riding as a passenger sometimes though. |
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My (Russian) semi-boyfriend was laughing hysterically - he explained that especially in southern Siberia, "road" is a relative term. And he was absolutely right - we hurtled down a semi-paved road at what felt like breakneck speed, but was probably 20 miles per hour. The road wound through the Altai mountain range with no guardrails or lights or reflectors, and once the bus came to a sudden dead halt - there was a crater probably 20 feet wide in the middle of the road, with a 500 foot dropoff on the other side. That was, erm, hair-raising. And then there was the idiot in my group who decided to buy a kebab at what passed for a roadside rest stop, next to wandering muddy cows and an open pit latrine. He got dysentery. |
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My "question" was supposed to be a silly little Yakov Smirnoff joke! But I guess it was too subtle and/or stupid and fell flat Oh well. Everyone: just pretend I was asking a serious question about traffic in Russia and that Eva answered it beautifully. On preview, it looks like my "question" has spawned a discussion on the side. I'll just pretend that's intentional
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And Yakov Smirnoff in particular annoys the crap out of me.
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Does anybody still believe in domovois these days? Just what pagan customs, if any, still survive?
The Russian market in my neighborhood has a massive selection of honey. I've heard from others that Russians are excessively fond of the stuff, but no one can tell me why. Why? Just how did people view the government? Is vodka really that popular? I've read some things suggesting it's viewed as the drink of winos and teenagers. What were the views on nudity? I've got a copy of a magazine aimed at ex-Soviet yuppies with some nudity and I'm trying to decide whether METPO is trying to be edgy, or if it's no big deal. Am I right about survival in general being harder in the USSR? All the immigrants here have various behaviors that point to this. What's up with all the black currants? Is there a reason the Russian market has no grape jelly? Were there no grapes in Russia?
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