Saturday, August 22, 2009
Жди меня, и я вернусь
Friday, August 21, 2009
Hostel Environs
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Na maidani, kolo tserkvi
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The End of a (Very Brief) Era
Monday, August 10, 2009
Stealing Good Ideas
Citizens! In the Event of a Nazi Siege, This Side of the Lake is the More Dangerous!
And another week goes by without me adding anything. I guess this has become something of a weekly posting. If you don’t like that, well, uh, sorry? Much as I enjoy St. Petersburg, the novelty wore off, oh, about five years ago, so I’m not constantly running off to another museum or theatre or something. But I shall now faithfully recount the events of my week.
Actually, another part of why I haven’t posted until now is that nothing of interest came up until the end of the week. The most exciting thing that happened for the first few days of work was that I took a sick day on Wednesday. I didn’t feel terrible, but had been feeling a bit ill the previous few days, so I decided to just shut it down. This definitely proved to be the right decision, as I was back at work the next day and ready to go (not that there was anywhere TO go). Friday was a bit more interesting, in that I went to lunch at a Korean restaurant with the PAO. He’s an interesting guy, and it was nice to eat someplace new. The food was even pretty decent (though predictably not spicy)! That evening I had the second of my two interview sessions for the cable I’m writing. Nothing earth-shattering was said, really, but the guys had several entertaining anecdotes, and even occasionally managed to get back on topic. At the end of the night, I realized just how expensive this little café is when I picked up the check. It’s so expensive…how expensive is it?!...it’s so expensive, I had to call the political affairs officer who lives in my building, and thus just down the street from the café, to come bail me out on the bill. Fortunately, the coin dropped on the beverages gets reimbursed by the consulate. Your tax dollars at work!
Interpreting is infamously hard, and with the amount of language study I’ve done over the years (Russian and otherwise), I’d say I have about as healthy a respect for simultaneous interpreters as anyone who has never had to do it seriously. But I still undersold them. I consider my Russian to be pretty good, especially considering my limited opportunities for speaking over the last several years. Simultaneous interpretation is hard. Really. Hard. You miss one word in a paragraph, and suddenly the wheels come off. Your mind rushes to find that word, and in the meantime, it has missed the next ten, your interlocutor has stopped speaking, and everyone is waiting for your translation. There’s a reason these people get paid crazy amounts of money. There’s also a reason they work in 30-minute shifts. Your brain is toast after doing that. But back to the story.
The museum was informative, I think. I was mostly distracted, but considering the amount of historical study I did of the siege in undergrad, I don’t think I missed too much. Among the most memorable items on display was, of course, an example of a daily bread ration from the starvation winter of 1941-42. However, the museum also featured several trucks (Ford AAs), weapons, bits of airplane, and other war-related detritus dredged from the lake. Those will probably stand out in my mind even more than the bread. Imagine, if you will, driving a vintage 1934 Ford truck, loaded to the brim with flour, medicine, ammunition, whatever. In the dark. On a frozen lake. With no lights. With little or no markings to know if you are going the right way. Without having eaten enough to keep your body from atrophying. While being shot at by German artillery. Sounds pretty bad? Now turn around. There and back took about 8 hours, and you’re still on the hook for another go. Failure means the whole city—around 2 million by that point—dies. Doesn’t sound like a very fun occupation to me, and seeing a truck they’d pulled out of the lake was grim beyond most things I’ve ever seen.
After the cheery tour, we all relaxed by the lake, cooked shashlik (kebabs), and enjoyed the sunshine. We were lucky with the weather, and being out in the country proved a much needed respite from the constant noise and dust of the construction on my block. Of all the things I’ve done here this summer, that’s probably the thing I enjoyed most.
Sunday proved mostly uneventful. I purchased a few souvenirs, took a few pictures, and ate lunch at a dingy stolovaya (cafeteria). Then I made an excursion to the grocery store and enjoyed lounging around for the rest if the evening. It’s hard to believe that I only have three more days of work, and that I go to Ukraine, only the second foreign country I’ll have ever visited, on Friday. I’ll try and get you another update before I fly to Kiev, but if not, have a good week, and you’ll next hear from me from the banks of the Dnieper.
Also, since I know you are all ravenous consumers of photographs, here's a facebook link to the album from this weekend. Again, if you want to see them but don't have facebook, let me know and I'll get you a link.
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2106263&id=1102272
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