Neighborhood of Parcul Valea Morilor in Chisinau. Shopping bread in the morning, visiting hospital, having police meeting, fighting with embassies. We are living a Chisinau life.
Life which is not that easy. Sometimes I think that people working in shops, restaurants and banks are simply not allowed to smile here. People on the streets are also not really looking on each other.
Nearly all of the young people we asked about their dream situation in next 3 years mentioned living abroad. Best would be in US. All the city looks a bit like this: that its soul is busy with looking for scholarships or boyfriend abroad.
Chisinau is a city of Orange mobile company (I stopped counting how many shops there are on one street!) and money exchange points.
Worth to add that in this “poorest country of Europe” prices are really comparable with Berlin but wages many, many times lower.
While living here we touched many everyday life problems: visiting hospital (where doctors are expecting additional money), being stopped by police (when the thing which works the best is calling somebody who knows somebody who is higher in the system than somebody), fighting for visas (not like Moldavan to European Union but for Russia and Azerbaijan…), finding a proper bank and proper translators (when they don’t announce themselves online but on streets stands), guessing if we should speak Russian or Romanian or walking to small spring for water (because it’s really not fun to drink the one from the tap). For us – all those problems are kind of game (because we will come back home and not have them anymore), but now I can understand a bit more this lack of smile in the public space.
Our first book is out!
We have published our first book (for now just in Polish:) about our Central America Trip.
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