Monday, June 3, 2013

World War II Museum

This was by far my favorite excursion on the trip so far. Which maybe is a little morbid considering it's the saddest. And once again, I accidentally posted the pictures starting with the end, so maybe start from the bottom here, which is where I will start my text.



The taking of Berlin. 

Now some depressing information you may not know and maybe don't want to know:

The Nazis had the idea that they would exterminate the Poles, the Jews, etc. Russians, however, they wanted to keep alive as slaves. They thought that Russians would be great workers as long as the Nazis could control their natural instinct to oppose. Many Russians were taken to camps as science experiments. German scientists thought they could find and "turn off" the part in the brain that controlled rebellion and opposition. They thought they could do this with Belorussians as well. However, they opposed so much that it was decided that they would be exterminated as well.

Children were kept in separate camps. As hard as it is to say, they were used for blood transfusions by the Nazis and... discarded.

Resources were so used up throughout the war, that hair was used to stuff pillows and mattresses. Gold teeth were pulled out. Skin was used as lamp shades. Occasionally the most sadistic of the Nazis (if you can really say that) would use bones to 'decorate' the skin lamp shades.

Well, it's not like I was going to have a lot of cheerful things to say about the museum. It's important to know even the most morbid things in order to truly understand and appreciate the extent of suffering.




German forces were entering from either side of the Central Front. It was crucial that Russia won the battles, lest they be surrounded.


Edgar Cayce is one of the most researched and documented psychics in history. Many were skeptical, but he continually proved himself. People flocked to him for medical diagnoses, which he was documented to always be correct. When people learned of his ability, they began to ask about horse races and games they could bet on. However, when he made predictions pertaining to money, his health deteriorated. His wife announced that he would stick only to medical predictions. However, one day he was asked about who would win the war. At the time, he could not predict this. Cayce said that the light and the dark were too conflicting to see clearly who would win. However, he gave a date, and said that the outcome would be determined on that date. Years later, a researcher looked at the date he gave. It seemed completely insignificant in terms of the West. However, in the East, on that date in Sirskaya, Russia defeated Germany in one of the fiercest battles of the war. The Battle of the Tanks. (above)



The chunks of metal tied together were one of the first inventions in the war to prevent tanks from passing through.


As the war progressed and allies joined Russia, the weaponry advanced. This is a replica of a T34 tank. The "miracle" tank. It was the fastest of its time and was designed with sloping armor, which deflected  shells. Germans couldn't understand why they could never hit it. Pretty badass.


When the war was over, all the Nazi banners were thrown to the ground and rubbed in the dirt. The ultimate sign of shame.



Winston Churchill, Roosevelt, and Stalin.


Uniforms of ally soldiers.


Actors would go to the front to boost morale amongst the soldiers.


Women and children worked in the factories to create weapons. They worked 12-14 hour days.


This is an example of what it was like having shrapnel flying through the air from all the blasts. Terrifying.


A general's table with a map...I didn't get the name.


A poster of people listening to Stalin's announcement that Russia was going to war. Stalin did not originally believe news that Germany would attack.


Posters promoting the beginning of the war depicting smiling soldiers, completely unaware of the extreme devastation to come. The direct translation is "On the domestic war".


Weapons they used. They were extremely underdeveloped compared to Germany's weapons.



Once again, sorry for the quality. The engravings on top, with the lights shining on them, are the names of cities which fought the hardest and sacrificed the most to protect against Germany. You can also see the huge lists of heroes.


Lighting was difficult in here so I apologize for the quality. I really wish I could've captured better how great this room was. This hall is for the greatest heroes of the war. In order to get a name on the wall, for example, you would have to sacrifice your life or come close to it to save fellow soldiers. For example, in the war there were Точки "dots", which were weapons in the ground that would unleash massive amounts of bullets so that soldiers would be incapable of getting past them. One of the soldiers jumped on top of the weapon in order for his comrades to rush past.



The statue of a mother mourning over her fallen son.


This is the ceiling of the entrance of the museum, The Hall of Memory and Sorrow. They represent the tears of the mothers of fallen sons, there are about 2 million of these. To put it in perspective, every single Russian family lost at least one member in the war.

Hangover III


I probably get along with Andy the best of everyone in our group. We went to Ashan, which is a huge mall two metro stops from the Academy. We worked out at the gym there, walked around for a bit, got some lunch. Then, we decided why not see a movie in Russian? Then we found out that there are bars in the movie theaters! What's a Russian movie with out a few shots of Vodka, right? We saw Hangover III. I'm very interested to see it in English now to see how it translates. Pretty amusing to hear the cast, especially Bradley Cooper, with dubbed over Russian voices.





Ummm...huh???

Tretyakov Gallery

Tretyakov was a Russian merchant. In his travels, he would collect Russian art, with the desire to create the first collection of Russian art. Once his collection grew to over 2000 paintings, sculptures, and icons, the gallery was opened. The place was pretty packed with tourist groups, so it was hard to always get great angles of the paintings. I didn't particularly love this, and our guide spoke so incredibly softly. I hardly heard her when I was right next to her. So, this won't be a very info-filled post. Enjoy the pictures, though.





Portrait of Tretyakov


Ivan the Terrible



Ivan the Terrible



What the Red Square used to look like.





Tolstoy's house...and fish

We went to Tolstoy's house last week. We weren't allowed to take pictures inside...so you only get the outside, sorry. Maybe you know, or maybe you don't, that Tolstoy was of noble blood. He could have lived in a greater location, with a much more spectacular home. However, much to the opposition of his wife, he chose to live in the industrial area of the time. His home is extremely humble for what he could have had. Not only was he of noble blood, but he was also the Dalai Lama of Russia. Hundreds of thousands of "fans" would seek him out. I'm not going to delve into too much Tolstoy history, there's wikipedia if you're interested.

Although...one little story. His older brother used to tell him and his siblings that there was a 'green stick' in the forest, which would bring you good luck and happiness in life forever if you find it. It could also bring a Golden Age of humanity. No misery, no disease, etc. He and his siblings would try to find it, but after a while his siblings forgot about the legend. Tolstoy never forgot. Two years before his death, Tolstoy dictated to his secretary, N.N. Gusev, the following: "Although it is a trifling matter, yet I wish to say something that I should like done after my death. Even though it is a trifle of trifles: let no ceremonies be performed in putting my body into the earth. A wooden coffin, and whoever wishes, carry it or cart it to Zakaz, opposite the ravine at the place of the 'green stick.' At least, there's a reason for selecting that and no other place." Tolstoy is now buried, no gravemarker, in a remote forest.




Later that day, my best Russian friend, Sasha (Russian short for Alexander), brought my roommate and me dried fish from Saratov (which is where he is from). It is apparently a delicacy, and I apparently have a very unsophisticated palate. I'm just proud I tried it, okay?? So salty. Hope I didn't offend him. Sasha's English is the best I've encountered here so far, but that's not saying much and it's still funny trying to communicate with him. He's studying economy here. If I'm being honest, he's not so awful to look at, either. 

...Don't worry, mom, I'm not too distracted...have a feeling you'll comment on that. Think of it as good conversational practice.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Russian manners

So we Americans have this perception of Russians being evil, rude, everyone gets pick-pocketed, etc. I just wanted to make a few remarks to oppose that concept (granted I may be jinxing myself and will probably get mugged tomorrow). I was inspired by this YouTube video I stumbled upon on Buzzfeed of the infamous Russian dash cams showing random acts of kindness. Maybe mute the music if it's a little too corny for you...it was for me. But I did love this video.


Random acts of kindness I've seen that I probably wouldn't see too often in America:

  • Every guy here holds the door open for you. If a guy sees me coming through a door while he is, he always steps out of the way and holds it for me (and women in general).
  • Younger people almost always give up their seats for older people on the metro.
  • Personal experience...our group was on the metro during rush hour, and the doors on the metro don't stay open very long. I was the last to get off because I was stuck in the crowd and my whole group was already off. In complete panic I saw the doors were closing (this was my first time using the metro so I would've had no idea what to do had I been stuck on there alone. Also, the doors slam shut; they do not re-open like elevator doors do when you stick your hand between them). A group of guys saw and literally kept the doors pried open for me so I could squeeze through.
  • They go out of there way to help give directions. Obviously I'm not completely fluent in Russian, and don't understand everything. Well, I don't understand directions in English half the time either. Last week, one woman went out of her way to walk a few of us to a restaurant we were trying to find. Yesterday, a nice gentleman in a Starbucks got on his phone to use google translate to help my roommate and I figure out which metro stop we wanted to get off at and pulled up a map of the metro to make sure we understood.
My point is, they aren't all Bond villains (again, probably jinxing myself).

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Bus excursion

Today we went on a bus excursion to the center of Moscow. We had a tour guide who spoke Russian, so Tatiana translated into English for the beginners during the first part of the excursion, and I helped translate for the second. Moscow State University is unbelievable. Think somewhere along the lines of Hogwarts. Stalin built the 7 Sisters (7 skyscrapers) because he thought there needed to be more tall buildings. He originally wanted what is now Moscow State University to be a hotel, but after the war they needed to boost the amount of educated individuals so it became a university instead (pictures below). Down the street from Moscow State University, there is a panoramic view of all Moscow. Gorgeous.

We saw where Medvedev works, the US Embassy (which is really pretty, but I didn't get to take a picture. Maybe tomorrow), Bolshoi theatre, and a few other landmarks on the way to the Red Square. Words can't describe Red Square/the Kremlin, and my pictures just can't convey how astounding the area really is in person. There's also a gigantic mall called ГУМ (pronounced goom) by the Red Square. Imagine Rodeo Drive x1000 and put in a castle. And behind Goom is, of course, St. Basil's Cathedral.

Russian encounter of the day: Two Russian guys around our age kept looking at me, smiling. They said, through giggling: Privet.... ochen krasivaya....ti pahozha na Rihanna. They thought I looked like Rihanna. Well, no skinhead/racist encounters yet...so I'll definitely take it. We talked for a little bit, they asked where we're from, what we're doing here, and we parted ways.

Too tired to really think of anything else to say...getting up at 8am tomorrow to go back to the center and actually go in St. Basil's.

Russian ice cream>American ice cream.




Here is a small portion of the inside of Goom.



Obviously this picture needs no caption....



Here lies Stalin...and Lenin.



The square was blocked off by fences; there was a concert last night because it was the last day for all the schools.



Impressive, da?



The outside of Goom...a mall. I wasn't exaggerating.



Entrance to the Square.



Bolshoi Theatre. We'll see a ballet there later in the trip.








The above three pictures are from the outside of a war museum. We didn't go in...but the monuments were great.



View of Moscow. The round building is where the Olympics took place.



The center section of Moscow State University.



This was this morning, our first totally sunny day (blue building)



The view from our floor again--sunny version. It's a little prettier this way.


Спокойной ночи (Spokoyni nochi, goodnight).