http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/ SashaM - LJ.Rossia.org SashaM Sun, 15 Nov 2009 23:30:39 GMT LiveJournal / LJ.Rossia.org http://lj.rossia.org/userpic/73283/18 http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/ 97 99 http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/74493.html Sun, 15 Nov 2009 23:30:39 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/74493.html <p>First thing in the morning on the 25th, we left Campbellton and headed further east along the coast, past Miramichi and into Bouctouche.</p><br /><p><img src="http://travel.miltsov.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/IMG_1077.JPG" alt="IMG_1077" title="IMG_1077" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-110" height="534" width="800" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/maritimes-2009-part-2/#more-107">Read the rest of this entry »</a></p><p style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 3px;"><strong>Originally published at <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/maritimes-2009-part-2/">travel.miltsov.org</a>. Please leave any <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/maritimes-2009-part-2/#comments">comments</a> there.</strong></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/74493.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/74493" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/74029.html Sun, 15 Nov 2009 17:57:41 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/74029.html <p>August 24th — September 5th<br /><br />Text by Layla; photos by Layla, Ljuba, and Sasha</p><br /><p>Upon moving to Quebec in June 2000, we decided that before settling down in one place to first travel and see Eastern Canada. I longed for the serene horizons, gentle flowers, and abysmal waves of Newfoundland and Nova Scotia. Thus, on the 1st of September that year, we set off on an almost 3 months journey around Quebec planning to venture as far as the eastern provinces and possibly even visit the dreamlike Newfoundland. But it got too cold, too snowy, and too windy too soon; so, we focused on Ontario and Quebec and postponed our plan for, what turned out to be, 9 years.</p><br /><p>Finally, early morning of the 24th of August 2009, we headed east.</p><br /><p><br /><small>View <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;hl=en&amp;msa=0&amp;msid=101662679908170708264.000476f01a63007042683&amp;t=p&amp;ll=47.010226,-66.137695&amp;spn=7.192273,14.0625&amp;z=6&amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">Maritimes 09</a> in a larger map</small></p><br /><p><br /></p><br /><p>We took Champlain Bridge off the island of Montreal and drove through the scattered suburbs of the Southern Shore, following route 20 past the city of Quebec to Sainte Flavie along the southern shore of St. Laurent river and Gaspesie driving through the Quebec landscape of suburbs, refineries, and the forever hazy grasslands. </p><br /><p><img src="http://travel.miltsov.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/IMG_0985_1.JPG" alt="IMG_0985_1" title="IMG_0985_1" width="800" height="421" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-75" /></p><br /><p><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/maritimes-2009-part-1/#more-73">Read the rest of this entry &raquo;</a></p><p style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 3px;"><strong>Originally published at <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/maritimes-2009-part-1/">travel.miltsov.org</a>. Please leave any <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/maritimes-2009-part-1/#comments">comments</a> there.</strong></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/74029.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/74029" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/73829.html Sat, 13 Jun 2009 17:13:08 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/73829.html <p>Если вы обитаете в Москве, очень рекомендую посетить: </p><br /><p><a href="http://john-zerzan.livejournal.com/"><em>14 июня в 12.00 в Центре современного искусства &#8220;Винзавод&#8221; состоится публичная лекция американского философа-неолуддита Джона Зерзана под названием «Примитивистский взгляд на углубляющийся кризис цивилизации».</em></a><em> <br><br>Джона Зерзана называют самым интересным мыслителем нашего времени: в своих работах Джон критикует цивилизацию, технический прогресс и символическую культуру. По его мнению, все современные общественные и властные институты должны быть уничтожены. Книги Зерзана стали теоретической базой для образования нового течения в анархизме - анархо-примитивизма. <br><br>Издав несколько книг и журналов, Джон Зерзан стал настолько популярным, что на основе его интервью было снято несколько документальных фильмов, часть которых будет показана в рамках лекции. <br><br>Вход свободный. <br><br>Адрес: <br>м. Курская, 4-й Сыромятнический переулок, дом 1, стр. 6, Бродильный цех (6ой корпус).</em> </p><br /><div><br><a href="http://john-zerzan.livejournal.com"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 1em 1em 0px" src="http://img194.imageshack.us/img194/3239/afisho.jpg" align="center"></a><br></div><br /><div>В прошлом году он приезжал в Монреаль, о чем<a href="http://layla.miltsov.org/introduction-to-z"> мы подробно рассказали и показали</a>.</div><br /><br /><p class="akst_link"><a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/?p=&amp;akst_action=share-this" title="E-mail this, post to del.icio.us, etc." class="akst_share_link" rel="nofollow">Share This</a><br /></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/zerzan-v-moskve/">Sasha.Miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/zerzan-v-moskve/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/73829.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/73829" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/73829.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/73617.html Wed, 25 Jun 2008 14:27:31 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/73617.html <p>Отснял, смонтировал и загрузил на ютуб все три видео конференций Дж. Зерзана в Монреале. Обитатели ютуба в восторге.<br /><br />Лейла написала подробное и чрезвычайно оригинальное вступление:<br /><br /><i>John Zerzan is one of the most interesting contemporary thinkers in the United States, at least. Like everything else in life, in order to fully appreciate Zerzan’s contribution to epistemology or the philosophy of civilisation, first, one has to read his work and hear his conferences – for, here, I only present my personal interpretation of his theory – and second, consider the context through which his voice and energy resonate. His contribution becomes even more impressive in light of the processes of Western institutionalisation of Thought and commodification of Knowledge – a totalitarian context that tolerates no challenge (philosophical or otherwise) that would threaten “the American way of life&#8230;</i><br /><br />Все прелести по ссылке:<br /><br /><b><a href="http://layla.miltsov.org/introduction-to-z">http://layla.miltsov.org/introduction-to-z</a></b><br /><br />Если кто-то хочет сделать русские субтитры – поделюсь исходниками.<br /><br />Распространение приветствуется.</p><br /><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/beyond-the-symbolic-and-towards-the-collapse/">Sasha.Miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/beyond-the-symbolic-and-towards-the-collapse/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/73617.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/73617" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/73401.html Thu, 15 May 2008 16:56:27 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/73401.html <p>В Россию <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zerzan" target="_blank">Зерзан</a> в этом году не приезжает.&nbsp;Зато позавчера он прибыл в Монреаль, и в городе состоятся несколько мероприятий с его участием.<br /><br />Конкретно вот это организуется мной:<br /><br /><img title="" src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/host/LJ/workshop/zerzan_coop.jpg"><br /><br /><a href="http://www.cooplamaisonverte.com/en/node/1324">http://www.cooplamaisonverte.com/en/node/1<wbr />324</a><br /><br />А в выходные много всего интересного будет происходить на <a href="http://www.anarchistbookfair.ca/en/" target="_blank">А-книжной ярмарке</a>. Если вы обитаете поблизости - приходите.</p><br /><br /><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/pretensions-of-modernity/">Sasha.Miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/pretensions-of-modernity/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/73401.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/73401" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72975.html Wed, 16 Apr 2008 01:25:40 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72975.html <p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><em>pictures by <a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/" target="_blank">Sasha</a><br />text by <a href="http://layla.miltsov.org/" target="_blank">Layla</a></em></div><br /><br />Ulianovsk today<br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/cradle/072.jpg" title=""><br /></p><br /><p><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/lenins-cradle-part-3/#more-41">more &raquo;</a></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/lenins-cradle-part-3/">travel.miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/lenins-cradle-part-3/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72975.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/72975" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72975.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72805.html Wed, 16 Apr 2008 01:25:02 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72805.html <p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><em>pictures by <a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/" target="_blank">Sasha</a><br />text by <a href="http://layla.miltsov.org/" target="_blank">Layla</a></em></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/cradle/044.jpg" title=""><br /></p><br /><p><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/lenins-cradle-part-2/#more-40">more &raquo;</a></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/lenins-cradle-part-2/">travel.miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/lenins-cradle-part-2/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72805.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/72805" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72805.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72548.html Wed, 16 Apr 2008 01:23:37 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72548.html <p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><em>pictures by <a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/" target="_blank">Sasha</a><br />text by <a href="http://layla.miltsov.org/" target="_blank">Layla</a></em></div><br />My cousin Misha remains as vivacious and spontaneous as I remember him from childhood. One evening, he walked through the door and announced that first thing in the morning he was driving a car to Ulianovsk, the former Simbirsk, the birthplace of Vladimir Ilich Lenin, 950 km towards the Ural mountains, that famous range that separates Europe from Asia. We couldn&#8217;t resist such an opportunity and so, the next dawn Sasha, Liouba and I headed towards sunrise.<br /><br /><br />Through Kolomna:<br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/cradle/001.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The river Voblia (река Вобля), border of Moscow and Riazan&#8217; regions:</p><br /><p><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/lenins-cradle-part-1/#more-39">more &raquo;</a></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/lenins-cradle-part-1/">travel.miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/lenins-cradle-part-1/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72548.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/72548" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72548.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72332.html Wed, 16 Apr 2008 01:20:01 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72332.html <p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><em>pictures by <a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/" target="_blank">Sasha</a><br />text by <a href="http://layla.miltsov.org/" target="_blank">Layla</a></em></div><br />After visiting aunt Lida and cousin&#8217;s Lena&#8217;s family in Moscow, we headed to my eldest aunt Zina,where she lives in a house with her youngest daughter, Tania in Malino. Malino is where my grandmother had finally agreed to move to from Nikolo Titeli and where she died. Although Nikolo is my beloved ideal, a time of pure happiness, where I used to hide in sunflower fields in the summer or watched the earth hidden in a deep comforter of snow to its horizon in winter – my secret moomin winter past – I have fond memories of Malino too. My cousin Misha would drive me on his motorcycle over the picturesque river and the surrounding flowering grass and lush forests. This year, we made a pilgrimage to both places.<br /></p><br /><p><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/malino/#more-38">more &raquo;</a></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/malino/">travel.miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/malino/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72332.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/72332" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72332.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72027.html Mon, 14 Apr 2008 23:26:44 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72027.html <p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><em>pictures by <a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/" target="_blank">Sasha</a><br />text by <a href="http://layla.miltsov.org/" target="_blank">Layla</a></em></div><br />Funny how the use of language can influence our experience of reality. If people are told repeatedly that green is black and that yellow is green, that&#8217;s what they begin to see. In fact, there are numerous experiments in the study of psychology of language, where it&#8217;s been observed that when different shades of the colour blue, as an example, have been flashed to native speakers of languages that had different names for these colours and to those who didn&#8217;t, the native speakers of the more shades of blue perceived them as different and separate colours, whereas those whose native language had only one term, saw them as basically one colour.<br /></p><br /><p><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/moscow-spring/#more-37">more &raquo;</a></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/moscow-spring/">travel.miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/moscow-spring/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72027.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/72027" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/72027.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/71723.html Mon, 14 Apr 2008 04:53:28 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/71723.html <p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><em>pictures by <a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/" target="_blank">Sasha</a><br />text by <a href="http://layla.miltsov.org/" target="_blank">Layla</a></em></div><br />Something fun always happens in Russia. Historically, it&#8217;s been a place with much more action than any hollywood film. O.k. This doesn&#8217;t compare with 1917, but it was still full of passion and contradictions, and all that is so wrong and wonderful with the human soul.<br /><br />Sasha dropped by the celebration of Red Easter by Alexandre Dugin and his sheep. Russians are not worse than anybody else and so fetishism and gadgets have an appeal with the young and dreaming (of a bright future filled with shiny gadgets) and when a youth has his armpits bandaged by Dugin&#8217;s arrows, well that helps develop an intelligent, concentrated look, the one that is dressed in school, when the teacher&#8217;s pet looks at her wide eyed and big mouthed, ready to gobble anything that would give a chance to a cakeful life.<br /><br /><img title="" src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/russia2/004.jpg"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But not all of them are vamps:<br /><br /><img title="" src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/russia2/057.jpg"><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/celebration-of-the-vampires/#more-36">more &raquo;</a></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/celebration-of-the-vampires/">travel.miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/celebration-of-the-vampires/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/71723.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/71723" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/71723.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/71541.html Mon, 14 Apr 2008 04:51:30 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/71541.html <p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><em>pictures by <a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/" target="_blank">Sasha</a><br />text by <a href="http://layla.miltsov.org/" target="_blank">Layla</a></em></div>Ah, Russia, forever acontrast with everything and with itself!<br /><br />When Sasha and Liouba left the States at the end of March 2005, from crocuses in full bloom and the beginning of second harvest of grass they plunged into this:<br /><br /><img title="" src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/russia1/084.jpg"><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/moscow-winter/#more-35">more &raquo;</a></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/moscow-winter/">travel.miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/moscow-winter/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/71541.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/71541" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/71541.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/71309.html Mon, 10 Mar 2008 18:21:47 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/71309.html <p>Senelga offered rides.<br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/babje_2006/35.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/return-to-babje-part-2/#more-34">more &raquo;</a></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/return-to-babje-part-2/">travel.miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/return-to-babje-part-2/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://drugnaroda.livejournal.com/186666.html"><font size="-2">оригинал этой записи в ЖЖ</font></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/71309.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/71309" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/71309.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/71114.html Mon, 10 Mar 2008 17:51:46 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/71114.html <p><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/babje_2006/39.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><br />A year later, we returned to Babje, whose population has grown, once again:<br />The horse Senelga had room-mates in her barn: a goat with her kid.<br />May has grown into a beautiful Collie.<br />And little Afanasij, who was born the previous summer, joined the 3 older knights.<br /><br /></p><br /><p><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/return-to-babje-part-1/#more-33">more &raquo;</a></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/return-to-babje-part-1/">travel.miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/return-to-babje-part-1/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://drugnaroda.livejournal.com/186512.html"><font size="-2">оригинал этой записи в ЖЖ</font></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/71114.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/71114" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/71114.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/70889.html Sun, 09 Mar 2008 18:34:49 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/70889.html <p>30% of Babje&#8217;s human population:<br /><br /></p><br /><p><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/babje-part-6/#more-32">more &raquo;</a></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/babje-part-6/">travel.miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/babje-part-6/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://drugnaroda.livejournal.com/186178.html"><font size="-2">оригинал этой записи в ЖЖ</font></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/70889.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/70889" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/70889.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/70521.html Sun, 09 Mar 2008 07:30:35 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/70521.html <p>Moral of the story:<br /><br />Nowhere to hide from democracy. It will haunt you, even without television, technology – in the most primitive and blissful of paradises, the candidates will descend upon you from the beyond, manifesting their true face and message through the tent. During the white nights, the candidates gleam through.<br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Babje_2005/72.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/beyond-babje-part-5/#more-31">more &raquo;</a></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/beyond-babje-part-5/">travel.miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/beyond-babje-part-5/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://drugnaroda.livejournal.com/186060.html"><font size="-2">оригинал этой записи в ЖЖ</font></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/70521.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/70521" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/70521.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/70129.html Sun, 09 Mar 2008 06:30:43 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/70129.html <p>This is how we went: Liouba and I in one kayak with our tent and clothes. Sasha harboured the two boys in his kayak. Lionja rowed the whole food supply in the rubber boat and fishing and other artillery.<br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Babje_2005/42.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/beyond-babje-part-4/#more-28">more &raquo;</a></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/beyond-babje-part-4/">travel.miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/beyond-babje-part-4/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://drugnaroda.livejournal.com/185026.html"><font size="-2">оригинал этой записи в ЖЖ</font></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/70129.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/70129" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/70129.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/69874.html Sun, 09 Mar 2008 06:30:39 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/69874.html <p>Ira, who was expecting their fourth child, stayed at home with little Tihon (3 years old at the time). Lionja took the older two boys, Fadei (6) and Makar (5), and Sasha, Liouba (6) and I took the kayak trip on Tvertsa river.<br /><br />Still fired up and ready to go.<br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Babje_2005/33.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/beyond-babje-part-3/#more-27">more &raquo;</a></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/beyond-babje-part-3/">travel.miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/beyond-babje-part-3/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://drugnaroda.livejournal.com/184762.html"><font size="-2">оригинал этой записи в ЖЖ</font></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/69874.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/69874" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/69874.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/69489.html Sun, 09 Mar 2008 06:30:36 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/69489.html <p>Life coaching and inspirational, motivational, wellness speaker.<br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Babje_2005/15.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/beyond-babje-part-2/#more-26">more &raquo;</a></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/beyond-babje-part-2/">travel.miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/beyond-babje-part-2/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://drugnaroda.livejournal.com/184388.html"><font size="-2">оригинал этой записи в ЖЖ</font></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/69489.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/69489" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/69489.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/69348.html Sun, 09 Mar 2008 06:00:36 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/69348.html <p>In the summer of 2000, when we moved to Canada, our dear friends, Ira and Lionja have bought a log house in Babje, a village in the north of the Tver region.<br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Babje_2005/1.jpg" title=""><br /><br /></p><br /><p><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/beyond-babje-part-1/#more-25">more &raquo;</a></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/beyond-babje-part-1/">travel.miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/beyond-babje-part-1/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://drugnaroda.livejournal.com/184208.html"><font size="-2">оригинал этой записи в ЖЖ</font></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/69348.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/69348" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/69348.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/69021.html Sun, 09 Mar 2008 03:30:40 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/69021.html <p>On Sunday, 4th of June, Liouba and I boarded the 10 am train to Lvov at the Simferopol Central Station. The plan was to get to Budapest through Lvov/Chop/Zahon&#8217; and also see something of Ukraine.<br /><br />Once upon a time – and historically speaking not such a long time ago, too, Russia and Ukraine were constituents of Kievan Rus&#8217; – a kingdom pulled together by Riurik, a Varangian (Scandinavian) prince. Kievan Rus&#8217; extended all the way to Yaroslavl in the north, Nizhny Novgorod in the north east and included in its cultural and physical space Novgorod the Great, Ladoga and Pskov. Since the historical sources have always been sponsored by the powerful and thus have mostly been biased (otherwise they would neither be “authoritative”, nor “sources”, nor &#8220;historical&#8221;) so, they often praise and glorify might and wealth and we know that those qualities depend on quantities, particularly on the extent of exploitation of land, sea, sky and people. That often means that the experience and the point of view of the majority (peasants, for example) is rarely present in the accounts we read.<br /><br />“Hitler did”, “Charlemagne won”, “Napoleon lost”, “Alexander the Great conquered”&#8230;<br /><br />“Really?” I sometimes respond. “HE did it all by himself! Just walked over, bullied and grabbed? Wow! Impressive!”<br />“No, silly,” am usually told. “He raised an army. He was a good strategist. A firm commander. A true leader. And so he conquered”.<br /></p><br /><lj-cut><p>“So, he did not do the bullying and the grabbing all alone, it was rather all those people whom he bullied into the killing and dying who did the bullying and the grabbing so as to glorify and satisfy the megalomaniac needs of the celebrity! Ah! The invisible sacrifice! <br />“No, not that invisible. The armies are sometimes depicted”.<br />“Sure, they are depicted. As a faceless, depersonified resource in uniform and numbers representing gain and collateral damage. But what do we know of their lives and their dreams? Why do they agree to participate? Why is the megalomaniac&#8217;s dream deemed worthier than others? If anything, it is often mortal for the humble common folk. Just look at the dreams of the Grim Reapers listed above; or, if you&#8217;re more confident with contemporary celebrities such as, well, pick anyone in any government in the world; wherever they aim their scythe or the geographic places they pronounce, there they sow great suffering and death.<br /><br />To cut a long story short, all this is to explain why I am suspicious of the official scripts on Kievan Rus&#8217; that praise the foreign rulers who have come from Scandinavia to “organise” local peasants for the glory of a kingdom, i.e. their own fancy, royal appetites. The organisation, of course, comes with the necessary “argumentation” that would convince these people to work and feed the megalomaniac and the aristocracy whom the maniac rewards for looking out for self-interests. The most convincing element in all of this is the part that articulates some ultimate “cause”. The Riurik brigade achieved just that. And the historical sources praise “him” for that political accomplishment that had invented, for a people, who had been free before he invaded them, an official version of a cultural identity, a belonging to the ruler and “his” land that nourished the venomous dream of the mad in, both, the literal and figurative sense. <br /><br />Culturally and ethnically the whole Slavic area is fascinating, multifaceted and mysterious. It had thrived way before the Greeks first mentioned in the 700s AD the ethnic group known as the Eastern Slavs who supposedly were natives in the region known today as Russia, Belarus&#8217; and the Ukraine and who spoke an East Slavic language. There must have been people and history before the descriptions of Scythians who are said to have galloped on their horses circa 7th century BC, wearing pants and bringing with them a different attitude to life and wine, which they drank straight, not diluted with water in the manner of early Romans and Greeks.<br /><br />Of course, it would have made more sense for me to fetch the historical spirit in the more central parts of what used to be known as Kievan Rus&#8217; and from there dream of what the kingdom might have been between 880 and the 12th century before the Poles began to snatch off bits and pieces, such as Galicia in the late 900s and before the Tatar Mongol invasions; or to attempt to peek into the Slavic history prior to the mention of the first kingdoms, when pagans could still choose their land and till it for themselves, before the kingdoms bound most of them “legally” to that land that now belonged to some prince (often foreign, but being local made no difference), forced them to pay tribute to princes and boyars (aristocrats) and turned them into “serfs” to work for and feed the megalomaniac and his brigade and before the kings wrote laws that rendered illegal the choice to leave. Then in 988, came the patriarchal and hierarchical interpretation of Christianity. That, too, walked over on borrowed legs, but effectively sang and hummed and lulled and wrote and proclaimed all the good reasons of why the poor should resign to their lot and be glad to feed the wealthy and to give their lives for cheap or even nothing but &#8220;identity&#8221;, that narrative of effrontery to decency and justice. <br /><br />The application of military force added weight to the “feed me” argument and together with the compassionate yet grabbing paw of the priest, worked miracles. The commiserating billy club gave the common folk a convincing explanation and the hope to die. Ah, those heavenly depictions of angels in church frescoes – a window to dream a possibility out of this world of injustice and agony! Of course, what is usually omitted is that all this “modernisation” and “christianisation” did not come to an empty land. It came to people who had lived there for thousands of years with a more sensitive outlook on the balance of forces, including femininity and masculinity, and the complex understanding of nature. Their culture was forced to recede before the dogmatic simplicity of an order that required the suspension of individual judgment and before religion and state, both of whom preached docility. This, of course, brought conflict to people&#8217;s decisions about their lives and their relationship to the world.<br /><br />Some groups refused to become serfs, and took off in independent military communes, such as the Cossacks who chose to till their land for themselves only; or the poetic, musical Gypsy communities; or other peoples who had accepted a different invading faith, for example Judaism or Islam, such as the Khazars, the Tatars, the Karaims.<br /><br />These people have seen it all: Scandinavian princes, German queens, Jewish revolutions, Christianity, and the Tatar-Mongols, those first “globalists” or in today&#8217;s fashionable parlance, those “post-colonial economists”, which, if we accept main-stream chronology, were more accurately the “pre-colonial economists”. The Tatar-Mongols were smarter than the later British and French imperialists; they left the illusion of self-governance of the conquered territories, where local princes continued to rule, but paid heavy duty “taxes” or tribute to the Tatar Khans. Basically, they did the same what the “first world” does today with the rest of the world in terms of “debts”, “interests”, “currency devaluation”, et al. and when the local puppet government, the Golem, acquires life and greed of its own, it is dealt with swiftly, e.g. The Soviet Union, Saddam Hussein, Muammar Quaddafi, the Taliban, or whatever other contemporary illustration of successful implementation of political power and ruse. <br /><br />What astonishes me most is how thousands of years have not changed much in terms of political tactics or the art of duping. I saw the irony during my trip – just like it struck me when reading on the Riurik reign or the Tatar-Mongol empire. Ukrainians, Hungarians, Serbs complained to me that there was everything wrong with the individuals in their governments, but they didn&#8217;t notice the faults of the structure of national and international politics or economic dependence, where some countries, nations or peoples were forced to be of &#8220;service&#8221; to others and where the ridiculous and flagrant discrepancy in the value of labour and currencies were believed to be either magical or natural.<br /><br />“Look how the German, French or Canadian governments are taking care of their people”. The overwhelming statistics on poverty and mental illness or depression, which point to the extent of unhappiness and stress prevalent in these well-taken care of societies, or the discussion of how certain groups, for example, the Native Americans or Blacks are singled out and jailed in these civilised cultures, how these economies depend on the devalued currency and undervalued labour of the poor countries (including their own) – all this information does little to counterfeit their faith in propaganda of the “civilised” countries&#8217; successful economies. My interlocutors refused to see that their governments were the same as the “civilised”, in fact their governments were urged to be modelled after the “civilised” structure, whose most striking and most efficient quality is hierarchy, and that the purpose of local governments was not to “take care of their people” but to feed the civilised gourmands and, of course, themselves – i.e. in the tradition of the Scandinavian royalty or the local Slavic princes and the Tatar-Mongol Empire.<br /><br />In any case, in spite of my fascination with the history of the various peoples that had populated the area, alas, alack I took the other track, rushing west towards my sisters and niece. <br /><br />Liouba and I travelled in the sleeping car that, once in Lvov, was going to be attached to the train heading to Uzhgorod the following night, which meant that we had a whole day to enjoy Lvov. The humming of the wheels against the steel slowly carried us away from Sasha waving goodbye on the other side of our compartment window. His train departed from Simferopol to Moscow that evening, so he had time to stroll the cobble streets of the Crimean capital that Russians built in 1784 adjacent to the Tatar settlement of Ak-Mechet, the White Mosque. During the Russian Civil War of 1918-1920, Simferopol was occupied by foreign troops, where England and France fought on the side of the Ottoman Turks against Russia. But this was not the bloodiest of what the city had seen. During WWII, the Germans exterminated, according to some sources, 22,000 of Russians, Jews, Gypsies, and others.<br /><br />But there were earlier signs of “development” and struggle for the possession of “real estate” here than all that. The Scythians built here their capital around 3rd century BC. It was known as Neapolis and lasted until 4th century AD, the ruins of which can be seen on the southern outskirts of today&#8217;s city. The Scythians were an equestrian nomadic people who spoke an Iranian language, spreading out from Greater Iran around 1000 BC. Apparently, they organised themselves into confederated pastoral tribes and inhabited what is known today as Russia and Ukraine among other places. Most of our knowledge of them comes either from excavating their rich burials, from the Greek Historian Herodotus (440 BC) or from Celtic legends that praise the Scythian king Fenius Farsa for having created the Gaelic language and the Ogham alphabet. <br /><br />Before the Scythians, this region, particularly the southern shore of the Crimea, was home to the mysterious Neanderthals and their breathtaking cave dwellings that we visited throughout the southern part of the peninsula. The archaeological site Prolom II, on the southern outskirts of Simferopol, harboured treasures that bear witness to their musical intelligence and sensitivity, for, the Neanderthals made flutes and other instruments almost 100 000 years ago. <br /><br />Of course, there is always Fomenko who challenges historical dating. And I applaud him, confessing that deep inside, myself, I am a Fomenko at heart. Yet, there is something soothing in the musical version of the Neanderthals and in the dream of how they exhaled music from their caves overlooking the immense sea some unfathomable dimensions ago or maybe even ahead. I was overwhelmed, intoxicated by the abysmal cosmic song as I gazed out of their dwellings over land, water, and through the horizon. But that was then and there, in Bachisarai, in Зufut Qale, and in Inkerman. Here, we left Sasha explore alone, and headed towards the Western part of the Ukraine, a place that, I had been warned, would not welcome me because they have forgotten their past and have learnt from political strategies to “hate all things Russian and be more racist than Nazis”. I prepared myself morally (as opposed to immorally) to defend racial and Russian honour and headed west in the hope that there would still be a large enough divide between people&#8217;s hearts and their official propaganda.<br /><br />There were only the two of us in the four-bed compartment. Liouba immediately set the upper beds as a house and a street. I was on the “ground floor”. Again, just like in the 25-hour ride from Moscow to Simferopol, I turned out to be the victim of my robber-daughter. Suddenly, resurfaced her collection of tin-foil cats that she made on every occasion during our travels in the Crimea, and they ganged up against me, stealing food, pens, pencils, knitting needles, books, yarn, and all.<br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/1.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After 5 hours of travel and merry play, in Miletopol a woman in her 70s joined us on one of the upper beds. She introduced herself as Anna and spoke Ukrainian. I immediately armed myself mentally to face the “Nazis”. But she turned out lovely and friendly. She simply spoke what she spoke, and I spoke what I spoke and we understood each other perfectly, for, after all, Russian and Ukrainian are like the Arabic of Egypt and Sudan. I found out that in order to stress their “Polish” colonialism, the Ukrainians often point to the very “different” words such as: <i>Perukarnia</i> where the Ukrainians do their hair and <i>Parikmakher</i> where the Russians do theirs. (For those who don&#8217;t know, the first term comes from French, <i>peruque</i> or wig and the second from German, the wig-maker).<br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/8.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><br />Obviously and ironically, both terms are as Polish, as Russian, and as Ukrainian as I am Dutch. And so, I left socio-linguistics alone and turned with all my heart to Anna. She told us she was travelling to Uzhgorod to see her daughter. Her daughter&#8217;s husband commuted to Hungary for plumbing and construction works, while she had a “small” job. As usual, it turned out that small jobs consumed the most time and sucked out her life-force with misery as the pay in return. So, Anna travels several times a year for a few months at a time to help out with her grandchild. We discussed the various aspects of Ukrainian life and she said that she didn&#8217;t understand all the fuss about “westernisation”, since life during the Soviet period was easier for her. “From having little, I went to having nothing. My granddaughter is my only joy”.<br /><br />Anna asked the usual question about what grade Liouba was in school and appeared sincerely curious to learn that Liouba didn&#8217;t go and wasn&#8217;t going to go to school. She was particularly interested in Liouba&#8217;s non-schooling learning and after a few questions and answers on how everything and anything could turn into a passionate discovery, even a train ride such as this was a learning opportunity for a child, who like all children, through natural curiosity and a desire to participate in this magnificent world, strives to unearth history and touch the future. Anna said that she supported such initiative, drawing a parallel with older times, when babushkas spent more time with their grand-children and the kids learnt from village life. “But unfortunately, I don&#8217;t see how it could be done in our conditions today. I&#8217;d love my daughter to take care of her health and her child,” Anna sighed. Liouba was solving cross-words and Anna was laughing like a kid trying to guess some of the puzzles. <br /><br />So, I didn&#8217;t dare intervene with a suggestion that perhaps keeping a garden and a goat, like some of my friends in Russia do, might be healthier than sacrificing oneself to a “small” job that takes away one&#8217;s all and that Soviet times, or pre-Soviet times or post-Soviet times all seem to respond to the pressure from without and to the appetites of the elites. Though, I must admit that the Soviet appetite has proved to be more modest, and that capitalists, who have always worshiped Bacchus, despise modesty, for, it exposes the ugliness of gluttony. History books sponsored by these capitalist idealists (yes, an oxymoron) glorify the achievements of a people who practised emetophilia, drowning themselves in orgies and vomit and despise the depictions of common folk at work in Soviet art dismissing it as “totalitarian propaganda”. They mourn the collapse of the Roman empire of greed referring to it as the “collapse of civilisation” and celebrate the conquest of the poor, calling it the “opening of the Eastern European market”.<br /><br />We travelled like that for a few hours. In Dnepropetrovsk a cheerful young Sergei came aboard bubbling with joy at the thought of reuniting with his fiancйe in a few hours with whom he just couldn&#8217;t wait to get married and have kids in their native Ivano-Frankovsk or as it is now called Ivano-Frankivsk. This was his first break from the army. He drew pictures with Liouba and helped solve cross-word puzzles adding to the amicable atmosphere with Anna.<br /><br />After the breezy mountains of the southern shore of the Crimea in the south or the lush forests of Russia in the north, Ukraine appeared a desolate grassland. Traditional architecture and the organisation of private and social space was close to Russian. Namely, the space between country houses is usually large and lush, yet people interacted in close physical proximity with each other. Sasha had observed during our trip from Moscow the most striking difference between Russia and Ukraine: the roofs in the Ukraine were made of fluffy straw and had four sides, often stemming from the same centre point on the top of the house.<br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/27.jpg" title=""><br /><i><font size="-2"><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/shine_ya/pic/0004f9tr/s640x480" target="_blank">original</a> by shine_ya</div><br /><p></font></i><br /><br /><br />In Russia these roofs would probably not last long and traditional, country houses have been covered with wooden roofs and sometimes with metal. The most common roof folds at the top to drop in a straight line hanging down, sometimes, low like two protecting sheets. Those who could afford it, improvised with the basic triangular figure and decorated the house with carved ornaments. Of course, buildings for religious purposes are known for the round domes, while contemporary buildings – well they&#8217;re contemporary. Here are some examples for contrast.<br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/532.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><br />At a certain point, the weather and climate began to change abruptly as we approached the Carpathian mountain range and by the time we arrived in Lvov, it actually became cold and more pleasant to travel. This helped us get good sleep, which we had missed on our last night of packing in Alushta.<br /><br />Early in the morning, the train arrived in the centre of Lvov. We left our luggage in the compartment. Anna stayed there too, while Liouba and I went out to walk around the city and face those notorious nationalists.<br /><br />Now about the city. First mention of Lvov appears in the Halych-Volhynian Chronicle around 1256. King Danylo Halytsky named it after his son, Lev. It became the capital of Halych-Volhynia and was grabbed by those of the Poles who were grabby in 1349. Shortly after the grabbing, Casimir III of Poland installed the system of German burghers (not as the glamorous menu of big Macs, but probably quite delicious and nutritious when one was a burgher oneself) where the rich could elect city councils and could even be elected to “solve” their problems and promote their interests. Lvov or Lviv (as it is pronounced in Ukraine today) was also conquered and grabbed by the Austro-Hungarian empire. The two World Wars had a devastating effect on the whole region and the city was caught in the midst of ethnic macabre. Often, German soldiers relaxed watching Ukrainians exterminate Jews and Gypsies. The city had been ethnically diverse throughout its history, but the war brought out the ugliest in human hearts.<br /><br />But on this bright day, history seemed to belong to another dimension. The people at the market were friendly. A woman offered Liouba some nuts. I bought fresh and dried fruit, some snacks and we continued to stroll the cobble streets.<br /> <br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/15.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/111.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/2.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/3.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/4.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/5.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/6.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/7.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/9.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/10.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/11.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/12.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The city was green. We checked out a few bookshops and Liouba added some books to my backpack.<br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/13.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/14.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We saw some interesting children&#8217;s playgrounds.<br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/17.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/18.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Finally, we came to a big park with a European looking children&#8217;s playground. Liouba ran off to play with local children. In an hour, she approached me and whispered:<br />“Mama, there&#8217;s something weird going on here”.<br />“What?” I asked concerned.<br />“The kids are strange. They talk like normal kids most of the time, and then all of a sudden snap out things that sound like nothing I know. And then, as if nothing happened, they start talking normal again”.<br />I burst out laughing. Apparently, my daughter had been travelling for two days with Ukrainians and only now noticed that some of the words differed. <br />“Are these the nationalists, Mama?” she asked.<br />“Not yet,” I reassured her.<br />She laughed and ran off to rejoin the game.<br /><br />Some mothers heard us speak Russian and were curious to talk with me. We exchanged impressions and experiences. One of them advised us where to find good and inexpensive vegetarian food and when Liouba got tired and hungry, we headed to the closest Puzata Hata and had a good time.<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/19.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/20.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/21.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/22.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/23.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/24.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/25.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/PHOTOS/TRAVEL/Lvov/26.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><br />It was getting dark, so, we walked back to the train.<br /><br />Anna said she had slept the whole day and was ready to sleep again through the night. The train departed at 1 am, so we had time to do the whole going to bed ritual. The train must have rocked us into deep sleep, because the next thing I knew was Anna shaking us so we wouldn&#8217;t miss Chop while she continued to Uzhgorod. We quickly got ready, bid Anna farewell, wishing each other good luck. I planned to get on the “local” suburban train across the border going daily from Chop to Zahon&#8217; on the Hungarian side and from there catch the train to Budapest.<br /><br />Sleek, tall officers, their uniform reminded me of the Soviet times, stood outside the wagon, their keen eye dissecting every disembarking passenger but not asking questions. Somehow, my intuition told me that I was going to be invited for a closer acquaintance. I have much experience in the field of travel and border control introductions. Sure enough, the officer told me in pure Russian:<br />“Your documents” and motioned us to step aside.<br />I felt Liouba get tense and extremely alert and quiet.<br /><br />Here I need to mention the Ukrainian policy for visitors. Russian and Canadian citizens do not need a visa for a stay of up to 90 days. I entered Ukraine by train from Moscow and, going to the Crimea, it made sense to continue with my Russian passport. Upon entry, visitors are asked to fill out entry and exit immigration cards with an address of intended visit. Since we had friends in Sebastopol, that was the address I indicated. The immigration officer in Kazachja Lopan&#8217; took my entry card, stamped the exit part, handed it to back to me and informed me that I was not to lose it, lest&#8230; I guessed, lest I be kept in Ukraine forever. Although Ukraine was lovely and I had not met nationalists, I nevertheless did not intend to stay there more than 45 days. So, I saved the exit card religiously inside the passport.<br /><br />Now, the immigration officer in Chop frowned seriously upon my documents. Flipped the pages of my passport forth. Then flipped them back. Shook his head solemnly. Read the immigration exit card gravely. Frowned again. Flipped the passport now back and then forth. Shook his head sadly and thus spake, like Zarathustra:<br /><br />“A little problem, here&#8230;. hmmmm&#8230;&#8230; We have a problem. Your immigration card indicates an address in Sebastopol. But I catch you in Chop. You have broken the law of INDEPENDENT Ukraine,” he announces in pure Russian.<br />“Nationalists, at long last!” I think to myself. <br /><br />“Yes, I stayed in Sebastopol as indicated on the card and now I&#8217;m leaving Ukraine. By train, from which you saw me disembark,” I respond in MY perfect Russian.<br />“Precisely. You are in Chop and your immigration card says Sebastopol,” he repeats.<br />I don&#8217;t say anything.<br />“You must be inexperienced with travel. I have to apprehend you,” he informs me.<br />“You are wrong there. I am VERY experienced with travel AND with racial discrimination,” I calmly retort.<br /><br />He didn&#8217;t seem to know what to do with THAT and called his colleague to help deal with THIS.<br />“Hmmm,” nods the second tall and sleek nationalist who appeared to be of a higher rank. “You have broken the law of Independent Ukraine,” he parrots his colleague in pure Russian. “Your immigration card says Sebastopol. And guess, where we are now?” he mastered the art of sarcasm.<br />“I don&#8217;t understand. If upon entry, I was asked to indicate the address at which I planned to spend my 5 weeks of holidays and that address happened to be in Sebastopol, which I indicated on that immigration card, now I have to spend the rest of my life in Sebastopol so as not to break the law of Independent Ukraine?” I retaliate.<br />“Ha! You can&#8217;t do that! Crimea is now part of Independent Ukraine, too!” he stumps his foot and straightens his back to appear even taller and more convincing.<br />“So, what am I to do, then? Swim across the Black Sea to Turkey? Fly off into space? What do I do if I can&#8217;t be anywhere but in Sepastopol once I&#8217;ve entered and I can&#8217;t be there since it is Independent Ukraine?” I ask for advice.<br />Both nationalists are confused and call a third, an even taller and higher ranking nationalist.<br />He takes the passport and the immigration card and does the whole ritual of gazing and frowning and shaking his head and repeating the dilemma which left me with no option but to be breaking the law of Independent Ukraine whatever I did or didn&#8217;t do. I calmly watched them and Liouba was sticking very close to me.<br />Finally the third nationalist (no wonder he ranked highest) comes up with: Eureka!<br />“Out of curiosity. You say that you are leaving Ukraine and going to Hungary. But Hungary is part of the European Union now and there is no EU visa in your passport. So, what do you plan to tell the Hungarians?”<br />I see “Eureka” illuminate all three faces as they stare at me now with hope.<br />“You don&#8217;t need to worry about that,” I comfort them. “The Hungarians and I will find a common language”.<br />“Hmmmm&#8230;.” he smiles sneakily. “So, what language that may be? Just curious”.<br />At this point, I got tired of the game, so I took out mine and Liouba&#8217;s Canadian passports and a miracle happened. The three tall, sleek officers, instantly, turned Japanese and bowed almost to their knees. Then they spread out their arms, symbolising a brotherly embrace and almost jigging a boogie-woogie Kazachok.<br />“Oh! Ah! Eh!You are MOST welcome! Why didn&#8217;t you tell us from the start that you were a Canadian citizen? You are SO welcome! Please, feel at home,” they bowed again and again and suddenly the Ukraine was no longer independent and I was so much welcome and anywhere and any time and they backed, tiptoeing away like three ugly ducklings.<br /><br />The old woman at the ticket counter inside the station spoke only Ukrainian. She didn&#8217;t know and didn&#8217;t care for the passports I had.<br />“I saw them harassing you there. Shame. A woman with a child”. She discounted a huge lot from the official price, I guess a compensation for my encounter with nationalists. <br /><br />Liouba wanted to reflect on and discuss the effect of Canadian passports on border guards and immigration officers and so she learnt about history, politics and guess what? Nationalists. And having finally met them, I felt ready to leave the (I&#8217;m confused now, is it Independent or Dependent?) Ukraine.</p><br /><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/in-the-footsteps-of-ukrainian%c2%a0-nationalists/">travel.miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://travel.miltsov.org/in-the-footsteps-of-ukrainian%c2%a0-nationalists/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://drugnaroda.livejournal.com/183700.html"><font size="-2">оригинал этой записи в ЖЖ</font></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/69021.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/69021" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/69021.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/68619.html Sat, 10 Nov 2007 16:38:09 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/68619.html <p>Послезавтра, 12го состоится моя первая лекция из серии &#8220;Why everything is SO fucked up?&#8221;<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/host/LJ/workshop/chinaeco.JPG" title=""><br /><br /><a href="http://www.cooplamaisonverte.com/en/node/997" target="_blank">чуть подробней</a><br /><br />Если вы находитесь в Монреале или же проезжаете, проплываете, пролетаете мимо &#8212; обязательно приходите. <br /><br />Будет интересно, обещаю.</p><br /><p class="akst_link"><a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/?p=&amp;akst_action=share-this" title="E-mail this, post to del.icio.us, etc." class="akst_share_link" rel="nofollow">Share This</a><br /></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/concealing-ecocide/">Sasha.Miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/concealing-ecocide/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/68619.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/68619" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/68619.html http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/68482.html Wed, 05 Sep 2007 04:14:28 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/68482.html <p><a href="http://layla.miltsov.org/" target="_blank"><b>Лейла</b></a> только что показала <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_pictures/6951370.stm" target="_blank">красоту</a>:<br /><br />Путин учит большую толпу китайцев и немножко узбеков, казахов, таджиков и киргизов захватывать российские школы и другие стратегические объекты.<br /><br /><img title="" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/44064000/jpg/_44064185_afp416house.jpg"><br /><br /><br />Я всегда знал &#8212; китайцы победят. И узбеки немножко.</p><br /><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/kitaytsyi-pobedyat/">Sasha.Miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/kitaytsyi-pobedyat/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/68482.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/68482" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/68288.html Tue, 28 Aug 2007 17:41:41 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/68288.html <p>Новости погибающей планеты.<br /><br />Вот это уже полный финиш. <a href="http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/news/environment/eerie-saga-of-the-vanishing-bees/2007/08/19/1187462083686.html" target="_blank">Рассказывают</a>, что в Европе и Америке массово умирают пчелы. В США в некоторых штатах погибло 90% пчел. Рабочие пчелы просто улетают из улья и не возвращаются. Пчелиная матка и новые поколения умирают с голоду. Когда пчел основательно изучили, обнаружили, что они больны всеми известными пчелиными болезнями, заражены многочисленными вирусами, изъедены клещами и паразитами. <br /><br />Никто точно не знает причину происходящего. Называют множество вариантов: поля, загаженные пестицидами, изменение климата, ГМО, тот факт, что в С/Х индустрии пчел используют в качестве опылителей, и они, из года в год опыляя ограниченный набор растений, потеряли иммунитет ко всяким болячкам. Есть <a href="http://telecom.cnews.ru/news/line/index.shtml?2007/04/17/246160" target="_blank">версия</a>, что пчел сводят с ума сигналы от мобильных телефонов:<br /><br />&#8220;<i>В ряде описанных случаев 70% пчел, которые подверглись воздействию излучения от сотовых телефонов, не смогли найти дорогу обратно к своим ульям. Об этом говорится в исследовании специалистов университета Ландау.</i>&#8220;<br /><br />Единственной причины, наверное, и нет, пчел убивают все или несколько из вышеназванных гадостей. <br /><br />Многочисленные же любители прогресса и Цивилизации с Большой Буквы наверняка ответят, что, мол, ничего страшного, это издержки производства, слабый должен уйти. Можно производить синтетический мед, а опылять растения будут специальные микророботы. Но как можно прожить без мобильного телефона? Как? Это императив и абсолютная ценность.<br /><br />Ссылки по теме: <a href="http://www.prisonplanet.com/articles/april2007/100407beesdying.htm" target="_blank">1</a>, <a href="http://www.gainesvilletimes.com/news/stories/20070819/localnews/191638.shtml" target="_blank">2</a>, <a href="http://media.www.unogateway.com/media/storage/paper968/news/2007/08/07/Opinion/Small.Portable.Stylish.How.Cell.Phones.May.Bring.Death.Of.Bees-2929690.shtml" target="_blank">3</a>, <a href="http://www.straight.com/article-105742/are-b-c-s-bee-colonies-the-latest-to-die-off" target="_blank">4</a>, <a href="http://www.science-spirit.org/newdirections.php?article_id=717" target="_blank">5</a>, <a href="http://www.alternet.org/environment/59426/" target="_blank">6</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colony_Collapse_Disorder" target="_blank">7</a></p><br /><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/pchelyi-vyimirayut/">Sasha.Miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/pchelyi-vyimirayut/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/68288.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/68288" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div> http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/68029.html Mon, 27 Aug 2007 22:31:30 GMT http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/68029.html <p>Между тем, в Монреале уже больше трех месяцев <a href="http://www.canada.com/topics/news/national/story.html?id=e40292ce-bfc2-4134-86c6-9d07b83779e6&amp;k=96589" target="_blank">бастуют</a> работники католического кладбища Notre-Dame-des-Neiges, самого большого в Канаде. Они хотят больше денег и обязательные полные 32 недели работы на кладбище. Да-да. Обязательные. Полные. 32 недели. На кладбище. Администрация, которая <a href="http://www.newswire.ca/en/releases/archive/August2007/18/c8167.html" target="_blank">называется</a> &#8220;Фабрика кладбища Notre-Dame-des-Neiges&#8221;, упирается рогами и копытами, но не идет ни на какие компромиссы. <br /><br />Профсоюз кладбищенских работников попытался привлечь на свою сторону католических функционеров, но архиепископ ответил, что кладбище лишь формально &#8220;католическое&#8221; и не является церковной собственностью, так что &#8220;выплывайте, друзья, сами, как умеете.&#8221; Работники умеют по-всякому. Эпизодически устраивают демонстрации вокруг здания мэрии &#8212; кричат, гудят и машут знаменами синдиката. <br /><br /><br /><img src="http://images.cyberpresse.ca/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?Site=CP&amp;Date=20070716&amp;Category=CPACTUALITES&amp;ArtNo=70716087&amp;Ref=AR&amp;Profile=1019&amp;MaxW=700" title=""><br /><br /><br /><br />Плюс круглосуточно пикетируют само кладбище.<br /><br /><img src="http://store.drugnaroda.lenin.ru/host/LJ/kladbische/kladbische-17.jpg" title=""><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Бастующие говорят, что настроены очень серьезно. Вот кладбищенский активист разминает запястья, чтобы бросится в бой на обидчиков.</p><br /><p><a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/bastuyut-rabotniki-kladbischa/#more-353">дальше &raquo;</a></p><p style="text-align: right; font-size:90%"><b><a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/bastuyut-rabotniki-kladbischa/">Sasha.Miltsov.org</a></b> | <a href="http://sasha.miltsov.org/bastuyut-rabotniki-kladbischa/#comments">post comment</a></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align:left"><font size="-2"><a href="http://lj.rossia.org/users/drugnaroda/68029.html"><img src="http://lj.rossia.org/numreplies/drugnaroda/68029" border=0 width=26 height=17 alt="number of comments" style="border:0px;" /> <strong>Comments</strong></a></div>