I've recently been to Saint Petersburg, Russia, to help my parents to renovate the apartment they had moved into. Just for your information, Russians recognise Saint Petersburg as the "cultural capital of Russia" due to its rich cultural traditions, heritage and, arguably, population.
But I'd like to touch on another subject now. For the sake of the renovation I had to do a lot of shopping in a big builder's store. Just because it was big, I preferred to ask staff for directions rather than waste my time looking for the thing I needed.Read on »
In my last post I offered you some insight into the Hell's Kitchen, usually labelled with a sign Почта России (Russian Post).
This story is about a quest called "getting a Russian visa". I have to warn you it won't be as dramatic as the previous one. Partly because the main burden is usually on the shoulders of the receiving person.
As I had ho experience with a Russian visa, I decided to get a private one, which means you need an invitation from someone living in Russia. It might be a better idea to get a tourist visa instead. Because even getting an invitation is a task for a smart, swift, brave, patient and lucky.Read on »
I have to admit that the Russian Post has well earned its popular nickname "Hell's Office". It's a very good example of the importance of The Rule to the life in the country, as opposed to the common sense. The Rule, one of many, established by those mentals sitting in Russian Duma.Read on »
The story I'm going to tell you this time is not about how a Russian sees Europe, but the other way around. I've been in my home city Tyumen for two weeks, and it's noteworthy (although logical) that after three years in Holland I'm noticing now more peculiarities in Russia than there.Read on »