Russia: Final Thoughts

Putin in his carefree Kappa Gamma Beta (KGB) days

Everyone hears about the politics of Russia, how it's turning back into a police-state. And perhaps for people who live there it is like that. But I have to be honest, as a tourist, I didn't feel it to be vastly different from any other place I'd visited. There were beautiful buildings and parks, lots of young friendly people, girls and guys coming up to me and buying me drinks and asking why I was here, how long I was here, ... 

Invariably, when I said the US, there was usually a smile and something along the lines of "Oh I love America! It seems like such a good country compared to here." It was as if they were going out of their way to break the stereotypes of the Cold War and show that those days were over. To be fair, I mostly hung out with younger Russians, and can only assume that older Russians who lived through the Cold War might feel differently.

Like that time I almost got beaten up by a steely Soviet military officer because his girl said hello to me.

There is definitely perhaps a bit of danger, but apparently its nothing like it was in the crazy 90's when foreigners got asked for their papers all the time. I rarely saw police and when I did they seemed bored and certainly weren't stopping people. Things have definitely changed here, there are shopping malls and bars and music. It seems pretty open and relaxed, at least to me as a tourist. People seemed a little cold and gruff during the day, but at night they were extremely friendly, especially when they were out drinking. Just like China in that way. After a few drinks, people coming up to me right and left and introducing themselves.

My lonely planet phrase-book was worth more than gold, especially the part on meeting girls which turned out to be hilarious to both local guys and girls.

Of course, I have to remark that as beautiful as Russia is in the summer on the surface, and as well as things are currently going, there is something strange about modern Russia. I wasn't there long enough to put my finger on it ... but how could such nice, hard-working, friendly people elect Putin, a man who yearns to take Russia back to its bellicose autocratic secret police days? Did nostalgia and longing for a failed Soviet Empire still beat so hot in Russian veins? And, why was there not a drop of graffiti anywhere near the center of Moscow? And the shut-down of all free press? It was almost Orwellian. Why did I witness a man get jumped by 3 others, kicked and beaten right to a bloody mess behind me, and no one stepped in to stop it? Was this normal? Why are there constant stories of deep corruption, of the bizarre tastes of the ultra rich oligarchs who run the country? To be fair of course, America has more than its own share of problems. But the corruption seems much deeper here, an unspoken fear of the government lies hidden just beyond my tourist eyes, and the strongman ruling over it all is slowly becoming a mythic god. A savior, who will bring Russia back to it's glorious Imperial past. Shirtless, riding a fur-covered bear-shark. Or something like that.

In truth, I only got a hint of that in my short month here. Instead, I will miss the pretty pastel train stations, the fallen headless statues of Stalin, the old crumbling gray Soviet apartments, the lonely Russian space shuttle rusting away in a children's park, the endless joyful wedding parades of Russia's summer, the overflowing flowery parks, the clickety clack of days-on-end watching a continent drift by in a musty pink restaurant car, the sparkling golden onion domes of whimsical churches, the endless parade of anonymous superstar models in tight red dresses and high heels, the genuine affection for classical music, the goofy bad dancing to Abba's Dancing Queen at night, the sounds of an accordion in the Siberian countryside by a fire. And ballerinas!! Who doesn't love them? I loved being a rock star out at night. Back home a regular Joe, in Russia a rock star. Most of all, of course, I will miss the friendly people I met, who were so excited to reach out from their Russian bubble and make a new friend from abroad. They are good people. Just like there are good people in every country. And they were looking to connect with an American. With me. That is what I will miss the most.