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I thought it would be dirty.
Blame it on my youth. Blame it on my naivete, or on the fact that Russia was a gigantic, scary propagandized place for a blonde, blue-eyed California teenager. I was only 16. I was sheltered in the way that only a young person from a warm, affluent, paradisical land can be; Wasn’t every place like California? Didn’t everyone have sunshine and air conditioning and the ocean only minutes away? Even if not affluent, we always had plenty.
And then I was travelling, my first big trip away from California. And it was a big trip; half a world away, to Moscow, for a foreign exchange program. It was 1988. The wall was still up. Soviet Russia still held its thrall on the US, as a mysterious communist nation (which I didn’t even UNDERSTAND back then, it was just a strange, scary thing that was NOTWHATWEWERE). Russia was the boogeyman built on propaganda.
I’d been raised on Cold Wars, on Gorbachev and Reagan and the rhetoric of world leaders who used each other as the threat to subdue their own populations. I expected poverty. I expected grime and dirt, and people lined up in the streets for a loaf of bread. I expected chain gangs of people, working hard labor for their meager salaries. This is what I’d been programmed to expect.
What I found was the same thing I’ve found in every city I’ve visited since. I found people, and beauty, and laughter. I found artwork, and science, and literature, and history. I found national pride, and curiosity.
Today, a friend of mine posted a brief video about the method the Olympic committee in Moscow is using to get people excited for the upcoming games. For one brief moment in that video, I saw some of the stunning interior shots of the Moscow Metro system – and was instantly transported back in time to July 1988, when I stepped into those underground tunnels for the first time and felt…awe. I was not in a subway, a metropolitan train line, like we have in New York or Chicago or Boston. I was in an art gallery, a museum, a gorgeous Baroque era mansion – this was not the dirty I was expecting. This piece of mundane, everyday city life in Moscow was BEAUTIFUL. It showed pride and exceptionalism and a population that cared about their city, their country, and themselves. I found this throughout the city – in its parks, in its shopping areas, in its streets and in its gutters. Clean, maintained – even in the poorer parts of the city. These were not the boogeymen I’d been taught to fear. They were a population of people, with different values than the ones I’d been taught, yes – but mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers and daughters and sons. Happy. Smiling. Hard working. As afraid of us as we were of them.
I haven’t been back to Moscow since – I’d like to see how the fall of the Soviet Union and the rise of Capitalism has changed things – but I do now know that I’ll see that same magnificent Metro when I do make it back there. My travels since have taught me that I will see the same people – the people I’ve met the world over in my travels. The people just like me.
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Hmmm … similar experience to what I wrote about – mine was a far different county I visited at 19 and I am going back next month – for the first time in over 20 years. Amazing how it feels to be out of our comfort zones when we are young. Especially considering, like you mentioned, being raised during the cold war years. Cool post.
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Which country is it, Shauna? I am excited because I’m trying to plan a trip back to Moscow and Leningrad (though I need to stop calling it that in my head) within the next year.
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Mexico – sorry it took a few days to get back to you – I misplace my emails somethimes 🙂
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