Remnants of the USSR
Recently we’ve been hearing tidbits about what it was like for our friends here to live in the USSR. Some are a few of the more fascinating facts…
Ivan’s father was aboard K19 during the first accident. He rarely talks about it – justifiably so.
When finally allowed to travel to Romania in the 1980s, lines to get into Romania from Moldova (ethnically, Moldovans are closer to Romanians than the Russians) were 15 kilometers long. It took 10 days to cross the border. Hm. And I was complaining that it took nearly 2 hours last week.
Finally, Anatolli, our host father, commented one evening before a meal with us and some other Americans, “Who would have thought when we were part of the U.S.S.R. that one day we would be sitting down to eat dinner with Americans.” That humbles me.
Ivan’s father was aboard K19 during the first accident. He rarely talks about it – justifiably so.
When finally allowed to travel to Romania in the 1980s, lines to get into Romania from Moldova (ethnically, Moldovans are closer to Romanians than the Russians) were 15 kilometers long. It took 10 days to cross the border. Hm. And I was complaining that it took nearly 2 hours last week.
Finally, Anatolli, our host father, commented one evening before a meal with us and some other Americans, “Who would have thought when we were part of the U.S.S.R. that one day we would be sitting down to eat dinner with Americans.” That humbles me.
posted by Beth at 8:41 AM
1 Comments:
what a great privilege to be with these people and sharing life with them . . . who would have thought
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