Europe 2004

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Saturday, July 03, 2004

St.Petersburg. Second impression.

I continue to savor the city. It is so great to be able to speak the language, not only it open me the way to numerous Russian-only concerts and theaters, but without it I'll really miss the humor of the advertisements, the cleverness or often silliness of street signs, grafitties and borrowed names of various products. For people who don't speak Russian all this charm will fall, so to speak, on deaf ears.

It's a bit like a treasure hunt for me, the last time I was there 15 years ago and now I am equally happy finding things that I remember since than, and also finding those that I don't remember or just weren't there 15 years ago. The star among the latter is certainly the Ressurection Church (Spas na krovi). It's probably the most interesting church I ever saw, both inside and out, yet the Communists wanted to blow it up, as something that doesn't have aestetic value. The destruction was scheduled for 1941, so ironically it were the Nazis who saved it, albeit at a horrible price, which in addition to 50 millions lives, also included the deliberate mining and blowing up of the palaces in Peterhof.
As for Spas na Krovi, after the war the church was used as a warehouse for vegetables, until in 1970 communists in a sudden change of heart sanctioned the restoration works. They continue to this day, and the church was closed until 1997 - the reason why i didn't see it during my previous.

Of the negative things, Zara noticed that people on the streets usually don't smile. I guess before I was mostly looking over the heads at the architecture, so I can't say how facial
expressions of peterburgers compare to faces of people in other cities, yet Zara certainly has a point. The unusually high proportion of people here has very grumpy, worried looks. It's especially true of the older people those from 50 and up, but not limited only to this age group.

The people who are particularly likely to be grumpy are of course
salesmen. I think Russia is endemic in this respect, I've never seen yet anther country where salesmen continue to be unhappy even when you make a purchase. Sometimes however the service is exceptionally good. Yet there seem to be no middle ground, if service is anything else than EXCEPTIONAL, it must be the old Soviet style. Again, the older salespeople are more likely to be rude and grumpy - I guess their years of experience count. But it is strange, that they haven't been yet phased out by the new generation. The representatives of both sales schools are often employed by the same shop.

There are also many other things here which are done up the backside, if you know what I mean. I think my experience of purchasing pants deserves to be described in detail. Actually the first part, the purchasing was rather smooth. Except for the delay caused by the grumpy cashier who accepted credit cards only with passport and pin-code.
Rather redundant precaution if you ask me, but it's an usual credit card policy here. The sales woman however was very friendly and helpful, she even personally walked me through the maze of staircases to the alteration room where I was supposed to get free trimming. As soon as she left though, the things instantly became soviet style, as the somewhat irritated tailor told me that she can't do the trim until the next week. Any attempt to reason with her were unsuccessful, so I turned around and left to return the pants.

Now comes the most interesting part. If somebody just gave you pants and took your money, how difficult should it be for the same person to perform the reverse transaction 5 minutes later? Here is the process:

1. The grumpy cashier needs to call the manager
2. The manager requires that you write an application
(zayavlenie) for return. The application has to be written by hand and in a very specific way, so the manager helpfully tells you exactly what to write. At the same point you also write the receipt, that you got back the money.
3. Than the manager takes your application in her back office and prints two forms - one is the confirmation that you returned the merchandise, another it the confirmation that she accepted the goods. For some reason you need to sign both forms.
4. Then you take one of the signed forms, together with the handwritten receipt to the Administrator, located in the opposite part of the building.
5. Once the Administrator is off the phone, she checks your receipt for grammar and other mistakes and signs it after you rewrite the parts that she deems unsatisfactory. I.e. in our case Zara had to replace "den'gi vozvrasceny" with "den'gi polucheny" ("returned" with "received")
6. Once you have the signature, Administrator tells you where you need to go to actually get the money. In our case we had to go to the first floor to the jewelry section.

Sounds too complicated? And this is a private capitalist venture, I am afraid even to think of the burreaucracy within the government
establishments

St.Petersburg! First impressions.

This morning we finally arrived to our most anticipated destination,
St.Petersburg. In retrospect we can surely pat ourselves on the back
for arriving there from Helsinki by boat, instead of taking a train.
The Estonian-owned boat was rather backwards in terms of construction,
but in every other respect it was much more fun than any other western
ferry we took during our trip. The onboard performances alone probably
justified the price we paid for the tickets, the number of dancers and
musicians performing for us probably was larger than the number of
fellow passengers. And as an added bonus we had an excellent view of
Tallinn skyline on a way (did I type Tallinn with enough consonants? The
spelling seems to change with every political change).
Unfortunately we didn't have visas to come ashore... unfortunately for
Estonia of course, due to their nationalistic(=stupid) visa policies
they lost 2 potential tourists.

And fortunately for us, because we'll have few extra days to spend in
St.Petersburg, which is certainly the most beautiful city of the Europe,
and therefore of the entire world. Petersburg can still impress even
after the Royal ensembles of Brussels, Copenhagen and Stockholm could no
longer stir our overloaded emotions.

Not only it's a feast for eyes, the city has everything the heart might
desire, I haven't yet been in any other city which will offer so much in
terms of round o'clock entertainment and good food. Even better then New York, and certainly better than anything in France. BTW, in my opinion French cuisine is very
overrated, just a big brand name that covers up the naked emperor.

It's Russians who are both the best cooks and best connoisseurs of the
food and every establishment in St.Petersburg proves this apparent fact. Even Coca Cola here tastes better. Seriously!
And it's only of food, but of all the other good things that come with
it. I.e. it's fun to walk in into most of the cafes just to check out
the design of the interiors - these are the funkiest places I've seen
anywhere.

Today's Petersburg is definitely a place to indulge yourself, the
variety of options is mind-boggling. Russians are great entrepreneurs,
and there is any kind demand - there will be supply to meet it. Would
you like to pet baby bear and feed it from a milk bottle? This will be
50 rubles (about $1.5) Would you like to fly supersonic jet? You can
do this too, except the price I believe is a bit higher.

The only thing that SPb seems to miss is, surprisingly, the availability
of hotels in the center. For our first night there we couldn't find
anything available for many blocks around the Moscow station.
But, what's a big deal - instead we took the advantage of the white
nights and booked a 5.5 hour night tour of the city. When life throws
you lemons, why not make lemonade?

Of course we also had an option of staying in a private room offered by
a
friendly babushka. The supposedly clean and beautiful room was in the
building we could see from the steps of the station and we agreed to
check it out. Actually Zara did walk to the 6th floor to check it,
while I was staying with the bags. Now I somewhat regret that I missed
this opportunity to see in what kind of horrible condition people live
in post-Soviet Russia. While I had good time standing outside and
reading all kinds of wall graffities, Zara was the one to take upon
herself all the shock.

This is another thing that should be noted about today's Piter - it was
throughly restored for 300-years celebrations, but the beauty is usually
is only facade deep. Walk few steps away from the main streets, and
you'll find that most of the city is actually in a very miserable,
dilapidated state.

But this is only if you walk where you shouldn't. It actually would
take a deliberate effort to leave the glittering Nevskiy, where every
house is a palace, and stray into some other less restored streets
(where perhaps every house is also a palace, but the one that hasn't
been painted in 300 years)