crash of the space station Mir - obstacle course with a green pass
Moscow (March 2001). Only in unusual situations, several hundred journalists from all over the world jostle together in a single room, to report on an event that takes place thousands of miles away. And only in truly historic night is not even from the great hall of the Russian space flight control center in Korolev, to catch the rush of visitors.
middle of the night was to be destroyed by the Space Control Center ZUP from the pride of Russian science. More than 86,000 times the space station Mir in 1986 was circling around the earth, should now three braking pulses from the vicinity of Moscow the 15 Year-old technological wonder, to bring out of its orbit. The remains of the station should sink into the Pazifk, somewhere at the other end of the world, near the Fiji Islands. About six hours were scheduled for the fall maneuvers.
fear of Russian space debris
Ever since a dramatic series of glitches late nineties I was an international media star. More trade, the situation was so explosive that emergency evacuation of the cosmonauts was likely. Only the courageous intervention of the crew allowed the continued existence of the Russian manned space flight. Tabloids around the globe sealed before the crash Horror stories about the supposed threat from uncontrolled Russian space debris. The Mir was during her last days in Germany in the Kitchen. Gisbert and I hope to achieve de spectacle about a dying space station new attendance records on the Internet pages of our newspaper.
At the entrance to ZUP there was first a nasty surprise: The space agency had divided the press people because of the massive interest in two classes. The major Russian broadcaster, CNN, ARD, Reuters, and also the correspondent of the largest international newspapers, got blue passes handed out. So they could go directly into the room from which sunk in the ocean from the Mir should be. were in the wrong seats
Flugleitsaal
apparently for representatives of lesser-known media, green passes. The "green" journalists should move into the visitors' balcony of a second, identical room. From there, the new International Space Station was controlled. With the dramatic fall of the events I had to do in this room but not in the least. After all, promised those responsible, even in the ISS control room would the press informed of the progress of events.
Some correspondents with green cards attached to their fate. Probably they had decided that there is nothing accounted for when instead of 15,000 miles were now 15,000 kilometers away 50 meters from the Fiji Islands. Our agency Rufo had been allocated for the ISS room. Gisbert, however, had other plans. He discussed a long time with the press of the space agency, the security guards at the entrance to the control room, cursing and finally decided to come at any price in the right room.
There were places on the visitor balconies filled quickly: TV crews from around the world, deserving cosmonauts who had once spent weeks or even months on the Russian outpost in space, Arab military attaches with epaulets on their uniforms. They all stared at the giant world map on the wall, which had shown for years the endless elliptical orbit Mir. Still flashed the spaceship on the map, but it was the end of his journey ever closer.
middle of the crowd appeared occasionally on Yuri Koptev, the gigantic head of the Russian Space Agency. He said the press corps in monosyllables, or not at all. The guest of honor was Sigmund Jaehn come into the ZUP. The ZDF was the first German space plane has been taken exclusively under contract. Jaehn said now for the German TV viewers watched the event from the control center. From the right room, of course.
discovered in the crowd at the passport control Gisbert finally some neighbors - the television team from RTL. The two colleagues had blue accreditation cards, they were together and happy to help. So that our problem was solved: the two RTL-people went into the right space, a built up the technology, the second came back with the blue pass the other in his pocket and discharged one of us right in the room. During the evening, the colleague with the RTL-accreditation, the half-German correspondent corps helped by the entrance.
all expected a long night in a windowless room with an increasingly stifling air. Alone - there was not much to report. The sinking of a space station in the Pacific proved to be an extremely lengthy Maneuver. The Flugleitsaal the Mir was filled during the night but more and more. We obviously were not the only ones who had invented the same trick. burns
morning that I had been without incident, their remains exactly in the calculated grid square fell into the sea, I looked on the way out again in the hall for the journalists with green passes. Where there was emptiness go - up to a dozen reporters who were asleep in their chairs, had all of them are smuggled in the other room.
On the subject see also: The final way of me by Gisbert Mrozek.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Fair Oaks Homes For Sale Now To Pick On The Jews?
Interview with a cattle
Serpukhov, Moscow Region (December 2002). As experience shows, it is not easy to coax a bison sound bites for a radio report. The animals make no noise. However, not only to journalists, the scientists of the bison reintroduction center in Priokski Nature Reserve had its problems a few years ago, the researchers had for each of the giant wild cattle come up with a unique name and slowly walked to the employees of the reserve out of ideas.
The animals from the Russian nature reserve should all get a name with M at the beginning. This was an agreement by the international bison experts. For the report I had then equal to the whole family with the Oka taken. A trip with consequences, as it turned out later. End of 2007 the Russian state television broadcast a documentary from the Priokski Reserve - several times in the picture, a young lady names bison Magdalene.
The return of the buffalo
From Karsten Packeiser, Moscow. They are to difficult to 1,200 pounds, look like giant ruffled cattle mooing, but not all grunt but if from time to time. The five bison, which are in a gate of the breeding center in the Russian Priokskij Nature Reserve, belong to one species, the extinction was so close that they really do not more likely to give. Now conservationists are planning and environmental authorities, meant that a strong population of 1,000 animals in the forests of central Russia.
Natalya Treboganowa, head of the bison-breeding center shall, after a couple of hay bales, which devour their charges greedy. During her studies she did an internship in the park and was so fascinated by the bison, that she stayed. She knows her animals. "Bison mate never before the eyes of the other herd animals," she says of the romantic love life of ungulates, "they go for two deep in the forest to be disturbed."
The traditional wild cattle in the gate for new items, from Swiss zoos of Bern and Winterthur have been brought to Russia are opposed to their first introduction into the wild. In the far corner of this huge enclosure, they are as close as possible to the feeding troughs. A noisy group of children can be explained in front of the enclosure, the differences between the European bison and American bison.
come every day, especially on summer weekends, rolled up to thirty fully loaded buses from Moscow and other cities around the park. Then the visitors jostling in the little souvenir shop where there are bison and bison-Postcards T-Shirts for sale. Guests at the breeding center to bring some money into the empty Funds of the Priokskij Nature Reserve, home to only 50 square kilometers, about 50 mammal and 130 bird species. The notorious problems of money from the state-forgotten Russian national parks and protected areas can not solve a couple of souvenirs sold.
It played the Bison center 100 miles south of Moscow, a key role in saving the species. Towards the end of World War II seemed their fate already sealed. The last ones in the wild have been slaughtered, as the Russian empire fell into civil war and chaos, no one voiced concern about animal welfare. In various dispersed throughout the world zoos at that time lived twelve reproductive capacity Animals.
once again there are about 3,000 specimens in zoos and wildlife parks all over the world and in some national parks. "Increase in the zoos of Europe, the bison so that Europeans often do not know now what to do with them," says Treboganowa. In Priokskij Nature Reserve, it prepares the animals slowly on life in the wild. Sample copies are kept her for breeding, which was not always without problems.
ended the first reintroduction attempts in Soviet times in a fiasco. First, the Russian zoologist put their bison in a national park in the Ukrainian steppe, there were the animals to eat anything and dead. Then concentrated the reintroduction program were transported to the Caucasus, and bison from the breeding center after Ossetia and Chechnya. Shortly after that began in the early 90s for the Caucasus region, a time of war and chaos. Information on whether animals have survived, there is not. "We believe that all died," says Treboganowa.
pull in the central Russian administrative regions Orel, Bryansk and Kaluga authorities, Russian environmentalists and the WWF together. Here, new protected areas established and released the first animals from the breeding center to freedom.
The bison experts in Priokskij National Park hope that the animals of this Times are better prepared for life without human help. The first bison in the region did have a real desire to develop civilization. "They came literally in the cow-sheds of the collective farms run," says Natalya Treboganowa. Ultimately, this was not surprising, as the bison were finally known for generations only a life in captivity.
Serpukhov, Moscow Region (December 2002). As experience shows, it is not easy to coax a bison sound bites for a radio report. The animals make no noise. However, not only to journalists, the scientists of the bison reintroduction center in Priokski Nature Reserve had its problems a few years ago, the researchers had for each of the giant wild cattle come up with a unique name and slowly walked to the employees of the reserve out of ideas.
The animals from the Russian nature reserve should all get a name with M at the beginning. This was an agreement by the international bison experts. For the report I had then equal to the whole family with the Oka taken. A trip with consequences, as it turned out later. End of 2007 the Russian state television broadcast a documentary from the Priokski Reserve - several times in the picture, a young lady names bison Magdalene.
The return of the buffalo
From Karsten Packeiser, Moscow. They are to difficult to 1,200 pounds, look like giant ruffled cattle mooing, but not all grunt but if from time to time. The five bison, which are in a gate of the breeding center in the Russian Priokskij Nature Reserve, belong to one species, the extinction was so close that they really do not more likely to give. Now conservationists are planning and environmental authorities, meant that a strong population of 1,000 animals in the forests of central Russia.
Natalya Treboganowa, head of the bison-breeding center shall, after a couple of hay bales, which devour their charges greedy. During her studies she did an internship in the park and was so fascinated by the bison, that she stayed. She knows her animals. "Bison mate never before the eyes of the other herd animals," she says of the romantic love life of ungulates, "they go for two deep in the forest to be disturbed."
The traditional wild cattle in the gate for new items, from Swiss zoos of Bern and Winterthur have been brought to Russia are opposed to their first introduction into the wild. In the far corner of this huge enclosure, they are as close as possible to the feeding troughs. A noisy group of children can be explained in front of the enclosure, the differences between the European bison and American bison.
come every day, especially on summer weekends, rolled up to thirty fully loaded buses from Moscow and other cities around the park. Then the visitors jostling in the little souvenir shop where there are bison and bison-Postcards T-Shirts for sale. Guests at the breeding center to bring some money into the empty Funds of the Priokskij Nature Reserve, home to only 50 square kilometers, about 50 mammal and 130 bird species. The notorious problems of money from the state-forgotten Russian national parks and protected areas can not solve a couple of souvenirs sold.
It played the Bison center 100 miles south of Moscow, a key role in saving the species. Towards the end of World War II seemed their fate already sealed. The last ones in the wild have been slaughtered, as the Russian empire fell into civil war and chaos, no one voiced concern about animal welfare. In various dispersed throughout the world zoos at that time lived twelve reproductive capacity Animals.
once again there are about 3,000 specimens in zoos and wildlife parks all over the world and in some national parks. "Increase in the zoos of Europe, the bison so that Europeans often do not know now what to do with them," says Treboganowa. In Priokskij Nature Reserve, it prepares the animals slowly on life in the wild. Sample copies are kept her for breeding, which was not always without problems.
ended the first reintroduction attempts in Soviet times in a fiasco. First, the Russian zoologist put their bison in a national park in the Ukrainian steppe, there were the animals to eat anything and dead. Then concentrated the reintroduction program were transported to the Caucasus, and bison from the breeding center after Ossetia and Chechnya. Shortly after that began in the early 90s for the Caucasus region, a time of war and chaos. Information on whether animals have survived, there is not. "We believe that all died," says Treboganowa.
pull in the central Russian administrative regions Orel, Bryansk and Kaluga authorities, Russian environmentalists and the WWF together. Here, new protected areas established and released the first animals from the breeding center to freedom.
The bison experts in Priokskij National Park hope that the animals of this Times are better prepared for life without human help. The first bison in the region did have a real desire to develop civilization. "They came literally in the cow-sheds of the collective farms run," says Natalya Treboganowa. Ultimately, this was not surprising, as the bison were finally known for generations only a life in captivity.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Can Extreme Cold Cause Bell's Palsy
baksheesh for the brave border guards
Kosatscha Lopan (September 2004). It had been a terrible night in the sleeping compartment of the Ukrainian railways. At least 30 year old car, everything was broken, what could go wrong, the lights did not work, although the compartment could be locked from the inside, but then only from the outside with the help of the sleeping car conductor to reopen. A heater was not on the train, although the night had become bitter cold.
After all - the night was short, for the early morning we crossed the Ukrainian-Russian border. The Ukrainian border guards exfoliated interested in my passport and would immediately sensed the chance of a deal. "There is a problem with your documents," said a man in uniform.
consulate warns of illegal letter
In 2004, still was in Ukraine, the visa requirement for German. Even at the Ukrainian consulate in Moscow has been my application examined suspicious. "A journalist?" Asked the clerk cranky. And you really want to apply for a tourist visa? "Still raged in Kyiv already in power struggle that was to end with the" Orange Revolution ".
followed an instruction on the inconvenience that would await me if I should risk it without writing reports journalist visa. "You will receive a huge trouble," warned the man switch. At some point, but the consulate was convinced of my innocence. We really wanted to just swim to the Crimea and a bit in the Black Sea.
This plan should at the border post "Kosatscha Lopan" north of Kharkov, however, find an abrupt end. "We can allow entry to impossible," said the border guards. "Your passport is quite clear that you have a visa category P-1." A P-1 visa is not for tourists but for foreigners, who must, for instance strongly to the funeral of a relative. I needed it or not return to Russia. Women and children could continue with their Russian passports.
Not yet finished with the Germans in the last carriage
I immediately thought that the border officials probably wanted to cash in only money. Finally, I had negotiated in Moscow almost ten minutes with the Ukrainian Consulate until they were ready to issue me the visa. A mistake on my part seemed impossible. But the border was now added a second, gave no hint that they expected a baksheesh. Meanwhile, we argued, therefore, about whether an innocent tourist must know that P-1 visas are valid only for funerals, when he applied for a tourist visa.
quarrte Then a voice in the radio, if you could let the train now slowly depart. There is finally something like a roadmap. "In the last waggon is a German," answered my limits in his walkie-talkie, "with which we are not finished yet." One minutes later an officer in progress, obviously the leader of the border guards. He also examined my passport with a sorrowful look, the other two told him the problem. "Impossible, no, we can allow entry to impossible with this visa," he said.
Finally, he sent away his servants, came into our compartment and closed the door behind him. Now, now he wants money, I thought. The head of border guards now looked even more important and more anxious than before. "Do you have drugs in your luggage?" He asked wearily. I replied truthfully. "Weapons?" We had not even in the case. The officer paused, then asked, aware of its full power: "How much money you have to?"
I am basically never risen like big wallet in Eastern European night trains. Why take a risk when it was all over ATM? So I had not even acting too much. "Money?" I replied the portly men in uniform. "We have 200 rubles (7 €)," I quickly grabbed my purse and counted him the small-ruble notes, "here, and these two credit cards."
Then the thick upper border guards was totally unprepared. For a while, his jaw dropped open. "Well then," he said after a while, "a nice trip yet. "swing he hit me with a purple stamp in the passport, ripped at the second attempt to force our broken compartment door and disappeared. The Crimean holiday could begin.
Kosatscha Lopan (September 2004). It had been a terrible night in the sleeping compartment of the Ukrainian railways. At least 30 year old car, everything was broken, what could go wrong, the lights did not work, although the compartment could be locked from the inside, but then only from the outside with the help of the sleeping car conductor to reopen. A heater was not on the train, although the night had become bitter cold.
After all - the night was short, for the early morning we crossed the Ukrainian-Russian border. The Ukrainian border guards exfoliated interested in my passport and would immediately sensed the chance of a deal. "There is a problem with your documents," said a man in uniform.
consulate warns of illegal letter
In 2004, still was in Ukraine, the visa requirement for German. Even at the Ukrainian consulate in Moscow has been my application examined suspicious. "A journalist?" Asked the clerk cranky. And you really want to apply for a tourist visa? "Still raged in Kyiv already in power struggle that was to end with the" Orange Revolution ".
followed an instruction on the inconvenience that would await me if I should risk it without writing reports journalist visa. "You will receive a huge trouble," warned the man switch. At some point, but the consulate was convinced of my innocence. We really wanted to just swim to the Crimea and a bit in the Black Sea.
This plan should at the border post "Kosatscha Lopan" north of Kharkov, however, find an abrupt end. "We can allow entry to impossible," said the border guards. "Your passport is quite clear that you have a visa category P-1." A P-1 visa is not for tourists but for foreigners, who must, for instance strongly to the funeral of a relative. I needed it or not return to Russia. Women and children could continue with their Russian passports.
Not yet finished with the Germans in the last carriage
I immediately thought that the border officials probably wanted to cash in only money. Finally, I had negotiated in Moscow almost ten minutes with the Ukrainian Consulate until they were ready to issue me the visa. A mistake on my part seemed impossible. But the border was now added a second, gave no hint that they expected a baksheesh. Meanwhile, we argued, therefore, about whether an innocent tourist must know that P-1 visas are valid only for funerals, when he applied for a tourist visa.
quarrte Then a voice in the radio, if you could let the train now slowly depart. There is finally something like a roadmap. "In the last waggon is a German," answered my limits in his walkie-talkie, "with which we are not finished yet." One minutes later an officer in progress, obviously the leader of the border guards. He also examined my passport with a sorrowful look, the other two told him the problem. "Impossible, no, we can allow entry to impossible with this visa," he said.
Finally, he sent away his servants, came into our compartment and closed the door behind him. Now, now he wants money, I thought. The head of border guards now looked even more important and more anxious than before. "Do you have drugs in your luggage?" He asked wearily. I replied truthfully. "Weapons?" We had not even in the case. The officer paused, then asked, aware of its full power: "How much money you have to?"
I am basically never risen like big wallet in Eastern European night trains. Why take a risk when it was all over ATM? So I had not even acting too much. "Money?" I replied the portly men in uniform. "We have 200 rubles (7 €)," I quickly grabbed my purse and counted him the small-ruble notes, "here, and these two credit cards."
Then the thick upper border guards was totally unprepared. For a while, his jaw dropped open. "Well then," he said after a while, "a nice trip yet. "swing he hit me with a purple stamp in the passport, ripped at the second attempt to force our broken compartment door and disappeared. The Crimean holiday could begin.
Friday, April 18, 2008
When Chills Are Serious
The "Patriotic Economics»
Moscow (February 1998). "The logic of the base of public-we-rrrrr tschaftspolitik ..." dictated Professor Schwyrkow voice rattling his. Two dozen students wrote with zeal. The other 200 students over the semester, had other plans this morning, as Yury Schwyrkows to listen to lectures. No wonder you could still read the contents in the textbook of the professor.
Hard to Kill - Marx, Lenin and co
Schwyrkow was a renowned expert on die sozialistische Planwirtschaft. Der grauhaarige Ökonom hatte schon als Regierungsberater für verschiedene sozialistische Entwicklungsländer gearbeitet. Sein Standardlehrbuch aus den siebziger Jahren über die «Planung der Volkswirtschaft» war in mehrere Sprachen übersetzt worden. Ende der Neunziger, in Russland war längst der wilde, ungezügelte Kapitalismus ausgebrochen, hielt Schwyrkow weiter seine alten Vorlesungen, als hätte es die Zeitenwechsel vor den Fenstern seines Hörsaals nie gegeben. Und die Studenten mussten weiter seine verstaubten Bücher studieren.
Kaum ein akademischer Fachbereich war von der Sowjetideologie so durchwachsen worden, wie die Wirtschaftswissenschaft. The graduates of the Moscow State University were unsurpassed in proving the imminent demise of the Western market economy. From the economics developments in the rest of the world they were cut off.
purpose weapon Karl Popper
Shortly after arriving in Moscow, I was shocked by the vehemence of many teachers, stating they were from traditional Communist dogma. On Tillmann Kebers Council, I borrowed the Moscow Goethe-Institut Karl Popper's "Open Society" from an accounting genius with Marxism, which I devoured during my first dark Russian winter and the arguments it confused me later discussions with my teachers or lecturers more than once should prove invaluable.
the transition to a market economy, there had been at the Economic Faculty of the Lomonosov University in three groups of teachers and professors. The first exchanged their pittance as a scientist for a career in the newly formed company. The second group tried to reach quickly the general state of the art, for instead of "political economy of imperialism" in the future to teach microeconomics-2. The third and possibly most ultimately, neither the one nor the other could, taught on as if nothing had happened. Some gave the willingness to change just enough that its own little compartment was renamed.
compulsory seminar in quibbling
For example, in Soviet times was a "special seminar on Karl Marx's Capital" must for all budding Russian economists. The mid-1990s, the Moscow State University had been at least so far as to rename the seminar in "Theoretical analysis of economic systems." Of analysis could, of course, no question. The students had the "capital" from cover to cover read and retell. Another white-haired professor, after all, a member of the Academy of Sciences, had devised a theoretical subject in which he his students for more than several weeks, the differences between the two terms "economy" and discussed "economy". It seemed almost to be his life's work to convince the world that this would be quibbling drängstendste problem of economics.
A fellow students liked the circus so much that he later even wrote his thesis with the professor. The took each other's heads. The Russian higher education system does, however, the concept of academic freedom, so all students had the most absurd subjects show that appeared on the respect of all obligations, transplanted curriculum.
The true nature get to the bottom
order to disguise their incompetence, the old ideologues had prepared down to our faculty a nice theory. That they actually had no idea of the subject that they taught was not so bad. Of course they said not so, but a slightly different way: In fact, the essence of this theory were the patriotic political economy and the Western Economics, derogatory to the Anglicism "Ekonomik" called, has always been very different subjects, the relation to each other had. On the western universities are any supply and demand curves drawn on the blackboard, with nothing of reality had to do. In the West superior "patriotic economics" they go on the other hand the true nature of the economic "categories" on the ground.
And also to continue to employ, invented the luminaries of the Russian political economy of new subjects: "transition economy" was one of her favorite projects. This discipline should reveal the internal laws of transition from socialist to market economies. What in theory still sounded quite interesting, emerged in practice unfortunately only as a Marxist Geschwurbel devoid of content.
After all, the most Marxists in my department were relatively harmless contemporaries. Different than the teachers who ran the course "Sociology of economists" and "History of the Fatherland." Both were obvious Stalinists, the bloody deeds of the killers Georgian even justify them publicly. In "History of the Fatherland" I could not help but open opposition to the jingoistic representations of our seminar leader of the often simple. At the oral exam she asked me then unexpectedly probably ironic question of who "have been worse" for now, Hitler or Stalin. With the answer, "You'd better ask a Pole" I could from the Pull affair. Test passed.
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Marxists still dominate Russia Humanities
From Karsten Packeiser (EPD) =
Moscow (EPD). For Viktor Sadownitschij, Rector of Moscow State University is clear: "The Russian higher education is the best in the world." Russian students and faculty who were abroad to see, which is often different. While many technical institutes in Russia today also show excellence, but the humanities faculties are mostly old strongholds of Marxist ideologues and dogmatic left. Even Moscow's elite universities are here no exception. Because of the miserable salaries far too few young scientists choose a university career.
"What we did in the Soviet Union and was researching what the West is different as heaven and earth," says Rustem Nureyev, a professor at the Moscow School of Economics. Many teachers came in the early 90s for the first time with Western literature in contact, from which they were cut off for decades. After the collapse of the Soviet Union are professors of political economy or Marxist-Leninist philosophy relearn suddenly - a feat which many failed.
By far not all scholars had as much stamina as Nureyev, who flew in the 90s several times to study in Britain and the London School of Business took off again exam. "It's pretty difficult to sit down as a professor with over 40 in addition to 20-year-old students in the lecture hall and listen to lectures with them." Back in Moscow began Nureyev and other scientists in Moscow who had it razed to write their own textbooks and to pass their new knowledge in Russia.
but no one was forced to training. High school teachers, the intellectual ancient food dish need to either before sanctions by the faculty administrations before a boycott to be afraid of their lectures and seminars. For the highly regimented Russian university system provides no academic freedom for students on the Western model.
focal point for the new Eternal yesteryear to the Russian Igor Frojanow universities was, until this summer, Dean of the Faculty of History at the St. Petersburg University. The National Communist purged its faculty over the years by all faculty and staff, whose liberal ideas or contacts with the West appeared to him suspicious.
"The old ideology has mutated," says Vyacheslav Woltschik from Rostov on Don. To him the doctorate was granted only after a crucial vote in the dissertation committee because he had demonstrated in his work that independent farmers to work more effectively than the employees of the ailing collective farm system. "Today we have a mess of Western theories, Marxist thinking and patriotic rhetoric," he says.
Woltschik has personally experienced the debate in Moscow as members of the Academy of Sciences on a completely unique way for the Russian patriotic economics. "All of these discussions," criticized Woltschik, "have to do with science about as much as bullfighting with cattle." (01/04/2002)
Moscow (February 1998). "The logic of the base of public-we-rrrrr tschaftspolitik ..." dictated Professor Schwyrkow voice rattling his. Two dozen students wrote with zeal. The other 200 students over the semester, had other plans this morning, as Yury Schwyrkows to listen to lectures. No wonder you could still read the contents in the textbook of the professor.
Hard to Kill - Marx, Lenin and co
Schwyrkow was a renowned expert on die sozialistische Planwirtschaft. Der grauhaarige Ökonom hatte schon als Regierungsberater für verschiedene sozialistische Entwicklungsländer gearbeitet. Sein Standardlehrbuch aus den siebziger Jahren über die «Planung der Volkswirtschaft» war in mehrere Sprachen übersetzt worden. Ende der Neunziger, in Russland war längst der wilde, ungezügelte Kapitalismus ausgebrochen, hielt Schwyrkow weiter seine alten Vorlesungen, als hätte es die Zeitenwechsel vor den Fenstern seines Hörsaals nie gegeben. Und die Studenten mussten weiter seine verstaubten Bücher studieren.
Kaum ein akademischer Fachbereich war von der Sowjetideologie so durchwachsen worden, wie die Wirtschaftswissenschaft. The graduates of the Moscow State University were unsurpassed in proving the imminent demise of the Western market economy. From the economics developments in the rest of the world they were cut off.
purpose weapon Karl Popper
Shortly after arriving in Moscow, I was shocked by the vehemence of many teachers, stating they were from traditional Communist dogma. On Tillmann Kebers Council, I borrowed the Moscow Goethe-Institut Karl Popper's "Open Society" from an accounting genius with Marxism, which I devoured during my first dark Russian winter and the arguments it confused me later discussions with my teachers or lecturers more than once should prove invaluable.
the transition to a market economy, there had been at the Economic Faculty of the Lomonosov University in three groups of teachers and professors. The first exchanged their pittance as a scientist for a career in the newly formed company. The second group tried to reach quickly the general state of the art, for instead of "political economy of imperialism" in the future to teach microeconomics-2. The third and possibly most ultimately, neither the one nor the other could, taught on as if nothing had happened. Some gave the willingness to change just enough that its own little compartment was renamed.
compulsory seminar in quibbling
For example, in Soviet times was a "special seminar on Karl Marx's Capital" must for all budding Russian economists. The mid-1990s, the Moscow State University had been at least so far as to rename the seminar in "Theoretical analysis of economic systems." Of analysis could, of course, no question. The students had the "capital" from cover to cover read and retell. Another white-haired professor, after all, a member of the Academy of Sciences, had devised a theoretical subject in which he his students for more than several weeks, the differences between the two terms "economy" and discussed "economy". It seemed almost to be his life's work to convince the world that this would be quibbling drängstendste problem of economics.
A fellow students liked the circus so much that he later even wrote his thesis with the professor. The took each other's heads. The Russian higher education system does, however, the concept of academic freedom, so all students had the most absurd subjects show that appeared on the respect of all obligations, transplanted curriculum.
The true nature get to the bottom
order to disguise their incompetence, the old ideologues had prepared down to our faculty a nice theory. That they actually had no idea of the subject that they taught was not so bad. Of course they said not so, but a slightly different way: In fact, the essence of this theory were the patriotic political economy and the Western Economics, derogatory to the Anglicism "Ekonomik" called, has always been very different subjects, the relation to each other had. On the western universities are any supply and demand curves drawn on the blackboard, with nothing of reality had to do. In the West superior "patriotic economics" they go on the other hand the true nature of the economic "categories" on the ground.
And also to continue to employ, invented the luminaries of the Russian political economy of new subjects: "transition economy" was one of her favorite projects. This discipline should reveal the internal laws of transition from socialist to market economies. What in theory still sounded quite interesting, emerged in practice unfortunately only as a Marxist Geschwurbel devoid of content.
After all, the most Marxists in my department were relatively harmless contemporaries. Different than the teachers who ran the course "Sociology of economists" and "History of the Fatherland." Both were obvious Stalinists, the bloody deeds of the killers Georgian even justify them publicly. In "History of the Fatherland" I could not help but open opposition to the jingoistic representations of our seminar leader of the often simple. At the oral exam she asked me then unexpectedly probably ironic question of who "have been worse" for now, Hitler or Stalin. With the answer, "You'd better ask a Pole" I could from the Pull affair. Test passed.
Related Links:
Marxists still dominate Russia Humanities
From Karsten Packeiser (EPD) =
Moscow (EPD). For Viktor Sadownitschij, Rector of Moscow State University is clear: "The Russian higher education is the best in the world." Russian students and faculty who were abroad to see, which is often different. While many technical institutes in Russia today also show excellence, but the humanities faculties are mostly old strongholds of Marxist ideologues and dogmatic left. Even Moscow's elite universities are here no exception. Because of the miserable salaries far too few young scientists choose a university career.
"What we did in the Soviet Union and was researching what the West is different as heaven and earth," says Rustem Nureyev, a professor at the Moscow School of Economics. Many teachers came in the early 90s for the first time with Western literature in contact, from which they were cut off for decades. After the collapse of the Soviet Union are professors of political economy or Marxist-Leninist philosophy relearn suddenly - a feat which many failed.
By far not all scholars had as much stamina as Nureyev, who flew in the 90s several times to study in Britain and the London School of Business took off again exam. "It's pretty difficult to sit down as a professor with over 40 in addition to 20-year-old students in the lecture hall and listen to lectures with them." Back in Moscow began Nureyev and other scientists in Moscow who had it razed to write their own textbooks and to pass their new knowledge in Russia.
but no one was forced to training. High school teachers, the intellectual ancient food dish need to either before sanctions by the faculty administrations before a boycott to be afraid of their lectures and seminars. For the highly regimented Russian university system provides no academic freedom for students on the Western model.
focal point for the new Eternal yesteryear to the Russian Igor Frojanow universities was, until this summer, Dean of the Faculty of History at the St. Petersburg University. The National Communist purged its faculty over the years by all faculty and staff, whose liberal ideas or contacts with the West appeared to him suspicious.
"The old ideology has mutated," says Vyacheslav Woltschik from Rostov on Don. To him the doctorate was granted only after a crucial vote in the dissertation committee because he had demonstrated in his work that independent farmers to work more effectively than the employees of the ailing collective farm system. "Today we have a mess of Western theories, Marxist thinking and patriotic rhetoric," he says.
Woltschik has personally experienced the debate in Moscow as members of the Academy of Sciences on a completely unique way for the Russian patriotic economics. "All of these discussions," criticized Woltschik, "have to do with science about as much as bullfighting with cattle." (01/04/2002)
Monday, April 14, 2008
Birthday Invitation Wording For 3 Year Olds
flash carriage of New Russian Art
Moscow (March 1996). Several liters of alcohol have been shed, as one of Kathy's birthday guests proposed new pastime. In turn, each of the guests said a nice toast to their left neighbors. To my right sat Vladimir, in a previous life physicist who had blossomed into the young entrepreneurs.
"There used to be a German in my life that I appreciated more than any other, and that Bismarck," he began his small, very charming speech. On the same evening, "ie, before I met Karsten. Was" he made me an offer like that would have given me a "career" in Überschallgeschwindigeit, because if I had promised. Vladimir was in fact university rector and needed urgent reinforcement for the university, he had registered. was
mid-nineties it in Russia hardly a desirable teres paper as a business diploma. There was a huge shortage of economists and managers who at least understand a little of the laws of the market. The communist era were the best high school graduates engineers, economics was regarded as uninteresting subject for unworldly theoretician and future party cadres.
graduates even at the central bank
Because the state universities could not meet the needs of the economy had grown by professionals nor the rush of applicants who shot private universities, Academies and institutes such as mushrooms. Some tried to keep a certain level. Others struggled to not even a state accreditation. In any case, during the chaotic reform years retained hardly an authority with an overview of all the new private universities.
Vladimir "Humanities University", founded as a non-profit organization, its business operation particularly brazen. She insisted that is only on paper. But there were still a number of students who paid fees for their not even held training. They received the equivalent student cards, study certificates - and diplomas. Need for such Documents, it was a lot, be it to simulate a non-existent during the interview study, to escape through the enrollment of recruitment into the army, or even to a student discounted the use of Metro. Friends were enrolled in vain, and that for each subject of their choice.
"My students are working even in the central bank," said the rector with pride. It seemed as if he wondered a little about yourself. I shudder at the thought of the consequences of the cessation of qualified workers could still have for the country. But Vladimir had for me a suggestion: "Tell me, will not you be my Dean of Faculty of Economics?" he asked suddenly. "You have such an honest face, which can be repeated one does not."
dean of a university. Actually not a bad proposal for a 21-year-old undergraduate. Obviously, the principal was tired of constantly falsify all the signatures themselves, the professors and their secretaries, and that of the Scientific Advisory Board at that.
search for Apostles
then I'm still a student and not just become a professor. Probably the whole thing could have ended badly. A few years later, the diploma trade in Russia was so difficult, that the business was not economical for Wladimir.
Since he already had a new idea. He said the fact that he would start their own religion. And was looking for his friends in future to strengthen the apostles.
Moscow (March 1996). Several liters of alcohol have been shed, as one of Kathy's birthday guests proposed new pastime. In turn, each of the guests said a nice toast to their left neighbors. To my right sat Vladimir, in a previous life physicist who had blossomed into the young entrepreneurs.
"There used to be a German in my life that I appreciated more than any other, and that Bismarck," he began his small, very charming speech. On the same evening, "ie, before I met Karsten. Was" he made me an offer like that would have given me a "career" in Überschallgeschwindigeit, because if I had promised. Vladimir was in fact university rector and needed urgent reinforcement for the university, he had registered. was
mid-nineties it in Russia hardly a desirable teres paper as a business diploma. There was a huge shortage of economists and managers who at least understand a little of the laws of the market. The communist era were the best high school graduates engineers, economics was regarded as uninteresting subject for unworldly theoretician and future party cadres.
graduates even at the central bank
Because the state universities could not meet the needs of the economy had grown by professionals nor the rush of applicants who shot private universities, Academies and institutes such as mushrooms. Some tried to keep a certain level. Others struggled to not even a state accreditation. In any case, during the chaotic reform years retained hardly an authority with an overview of all the new private universities.
Vladimir "Humanities University", founded as a non-profit organization, its business operation particularly brazen. She insisted that is only on paper. But there were still a number of students who paid fees for their not even held training. They received the equivalent student cards, study certificates - and diplomas. Need for such Documents, it was a lot, be it to simulate a non-existent during the interview study, to escape through the enrollment of recruitment into the army, or even to a student discounted the use of Metro. Friends were enrolled in vain, and that for each subject of their choice.
"My students are working even in the central bank," said the rector with pride. It seemed as if he wondered a little about yourself. I shudder at the thought of the consequences of the cessation of qualified workers could still have for the country. But Vladimir had for me a suggestion: "Tell me, will not you be my Dean of Faculty of Economics?" he asked suddenly. "You have such an honest face, which can be repeated one does not."
dean of a university. Actually not a bad proposal for a 21-year-old undergraduate. Obviously, the principal was tired of constantly falsify all the signatures themselves, the professors and their secretaries, and that of the Scientific Advisory Board at that.
search for Apostles
then I'm still a student and not just become a professor. Probably the whole thing could have ended badly. A few years later, the diploma trade in Russia was so difficult, that the business was not economical for Wladimir.
Since he already had a new idea. He said the fact that he would start their own religion. And was looking for his friends in future to strengthen the apostles.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
How Do I Remove Broken Capillaries On My Chest
Empty ATM, empty shops - the big ruble crash
Moscow (August 1998). The Moscow last year of my studies of economics began with excitement. Not that would have changed at some modest level of the lectures. Even with the side job, it would not work right, the German group at the private language school where I taught in the evening, had been disbanded for lack of participation. But the start to the year of study was in the middle of the fatal ruble crisis.
When the Russian government, the national debt is no longer could serve, broke within a few weeks along the entire economy. The national bankruptcy had been a long time coming, billions in loans to stabilize the Russian ruble was destroyed effect on the foreign exchange market. My father, who worked in a munitions factory in Moscow, had received more than half a year, no more content. It was given millions of people.
children surprise Premier announced the state bankruptcy
The young Prime Minister Sergei Kiriyenko called "Kinder Surprise", announced on 17 August 1998 state bankruptcy, then broke out the chaos in Moscow: Because the money lost value so quickly, but it Foreign exchange had no more to buy, saw most of Moscow's only one way out: They stormed the shops, boutiques and tried to have their savings quickly in a refrigerator, a washing machine or at least to exchange a TV. Not only the supermarket next to our tower was empty soon bought up on the pastry shelves and potatoes. Empty shops - something I had not seen since 1991 in Russia.
recalled the mood in Moscow on the eve of the apocalypse. Along the Tverskaya Street closed the shops in rows "technical reasons" - surpassed the seller does not it, fast enough to replace all the price tags. Some simply decided, waiting for the end of Wansinnstage. The ruble lost so rapidly in value, that some friends will have to earn in an unusual way, a handsome little sum: As soon as a bureau de change had reduced the ruble exchange rate one more time, they bought the tickets and ran to a few streets away to return swap to another exchange office that had not yet raised the prices. A risky business, everything depended on speed.
lost many people these days even the last savings. Relative left we were able to follow the action. For once, I woke up every morning with a feeling of great gratitude to my German bank at which lifted my money safe was.
Bureaux de-marathon
Also I used my German account, we will not deal. Our cash reserves were steadily running out: a large part of the day I spent in the classroom instead of in the Innensatdt - in search of an ATM from which you could still take some notes. A rather pointless exercise that was at times. As useless as the desperate attempts of Moscow, their accounts have to evacuate in time before its value had fallen through the floor. Or, even worse before the Bank had departed this life. With luck, I finally found a bank whose debit machines but as always already turned off were, however, their staff took some checks from me as I had fought through the siege by the cheated investors.
The Moscow last academic year by year, the events and the best. The tuition fees were indeed expressed in U.S. dollars, but had to be paid in rubles, to the "official rate" for accounting purposes, as determined by the Central Bank every day for the next day. The following afternoon, however, this rate had been overtaken in the long rule of the reality. Those who had dollars or marks in his pocket, they could go too much better conditions in rubles. I saved several hundred marks.
Moscow (August 1998). The Moscow last year of my studies of economics began with excitement. Not that would have changed at some modest level of the lectures. Even with the side job, it would not work right, the German group at the private language school where I taught in the evening, had been disbanded for lack of participation. But the start to the year of study was in the middle of the fatal ruble crisis.
When the Russian government, the national debt is no longer could serve, broke within a few weeks along the entire economy. The national bankruptcy had been a long time coming, billions in loans to stabilize the Russian ruble was destroyed effect on the foreign exchange market. My father, who worked in a munitions factory in Moscow, had received more than half a year, no more content. It was given millions of people.
children surprise Premier announced the state bankruptcy
The young Prime Minister Sergei Kiriyenko called "Kinder Surprise", announced on 17 August 1998 state bankruptcy, then broke out the chaos in Moscow: Because the money lost value so quickly, but it Foreign exchange had no more to buy, saw most of Moscow's only one way out: They stormed the shops, boutiques and tried to have their savings quickly in a refrigerator, a washing machine or at least to exchange a TV. Not only the supermarket next to our tower was empty soon bought up on the pastry shelves and potatoes. Empty shops - something I had not seen since 1991 in Russia.
recalled the mood in Moscow on the eve of the apocalypse. Along the Tverskaya Street closed the shops in rows "technical reasons" - surpassed the seller does not it, fast enough to replace all the price tags. Some simply decided, waiting for the end of Wansinnstage. The ruble lost so rapidly in value, that some friends will have to earn in an unusual way, a handsome little sum: As soon as a bureau de change had reduced the ruble exchange rate one more time, they bought the tickets and ran to a few streets away to return swap to another exchange office that had not yet raised the prices. A risky business, everything depended on speed.
lost many people these days even the last savings. Relative left we were able to follow the action. For once, I woke up every morning with a feeling of great gratitude to my German bank at which lifted my money safe was.
Bureaux de-marathon
Also I used my German account, we will not deal. Our cash reserves were steadily running out: a large part of the day I spent in the classroom instead of in the Innensatdt - in search of an ATM from which you could still take some notes. A rather pointless exercise that was at times. As useless as the desperate attempts of Moscow, their accounts have to evacuate in time before its value had fallen through the floor. Or, even worse before the Bank had departed this life. With luck, I finally found a bank whose debit machines but as always already turned off were, however, their staff took some checks from me as I had fought through the siege by the cheated investors.
The Moscow last academic year by year, the events and the best. The tuition fees were indeed expressed in U.S. dollars, but had to be paid in rubles, to the "official rate" for accounting purposes, as determined by the Central Bank every day for the next day. The following afternoon, however, this rate had been overtaken in the long rule of the reality. Those who had dollars or marks in his pocket, they could go too much better conditions in rubles. I saved several hundred marks.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Muppet Stuffed Animals
The King of the Tundra - Shopping in Vorkuta
Vorkuta (July 2006). In the mining town of Vorkuta, built on the bones of many thousands of gulag inmates, the sky hangs low. The end of the world is within reach. The most extreme and inhospitable always end of Europe: On the horizon are the dark to see the northern foothills of the Ural mountains. The city is far above the Arctic Circle and to reach the same longitude as western Afghanistan, only a two-day train journey from Moscow or with a three-decades-old AN-24 propeller plane.
If regional airline "Komiinteravia" too few tickets sold, was the only airline from the Republic's capital Syktwkar regularly canceled. "Because of bad weather," it said then. Those who already did this check, Vorkuta was thousands of kilometers from province center and was indeed for days, in fact, in the winter snow storms whipped or was in the summer in dense fog.
was busy that night, the tool may eventually sat about 20 journalists on board - Participants in a press trip to the Russian railway. The railroad wanted to perform a rolling clinic that supplied the remote settlements along the northern Russian rail routes. There, many people had previously seen a doctor for years more. The Antonov was not started in Syktyvkar, since the trip had been a tangible Scandal caused. The visit from the capital had not been discussed with Igor Spektor, the all-powerful mayor of the city. Sacrilege, how soon should all feel.
I like it so ...
The mayor must have been raging. At the inauguration of the hospital train, he said the next morning in his speech, the medical care of the region is so good that the whole project was completely useless. The railroad stopped the mouth open. Spektor said then turned to the press people, he would like to invite to a meeting in the afternoon. Finally, there is no one better versed in Vorkuta.
The former engineer, was undoubtedly one of the most colorful local politician in Russia who keeps himself contributed in Moscow with absurd ideas for headlines, which would allow prostitution in Russia and take account of the Vorkuta gulag past into an international tourist center. Ironically Vorkuta.
"My staff tell me for a long time, I should even be renovated," welcomed Spektor, the Moscow journalist, "but I like it that way." The huge office was cluttered with kitschy figurines, pennants of past contests, crafts and children's drawings - like the drawing room a school. The furniture came from the distant past. No other politician or manager will ever in the history of the idea to establish such an office.
Vorkuta Coal had once made relatively rich. The people flew to Moscow to shop could afford extended vacation in the Palm beaches on the Black Sea. When the Soviet command economy collapsed, the miners were phased out as the vanguard of the proletariat. The great escape from Vorkuta began in the former than 200,000 residents remained less than half.
Because it was almost impossible to find in the city or by buyers or tenants, excluded many Families simply from their front door and left the apartment to fate. Hardly anyone still believed in a future for the city behind the Arctic Circle. To be precise, no one but Igor Spektor. He let the gray prefabricated buildings emphasize colorful, people encouraged to stay.
Vice Mayor caught in blue make
an hour he tried to convince us that his shrinking city still had a great future, after all, he invited us to a city tour. Igor Spektor was still angry that someone had brought it without his permission journalists in his city. Well, the press people know who the true king of the tundra was. The bus rolled slowly
long prospectuses of Vorkuta along Spektor sat with a microphone in the front row, told so entertaining, that it would have been a professional guide can not keep. Suddenly, he ruled the driver to: "Come on, man, to stop! There goes forward so my deputy. "The bus lay down on the brakes, opened the bus door Spektor, and called the officials himself.
"What are you doing here?"
I go home a little earlier today, Igor Leonidovich, "she said, shy of the Vice-caught.
"At this time? That can not be true! "Clamored the mayor. The press people craned their necks and looked to Spektor's humiliated subordinates.
The bus rolled again. "The what tomorrow may allow," Spektor growled into the microphone.
Since the sights of Vorkuta were limited, asked some journalists Spektor to drive us to a shop where you could buy smoked Muksun, a salmon fish that is caught in Ob and in the Arctic Ocean. The mayor conducted the blue bus to a warehouse near the city administration.
A thick Caucasians smeared apron opened the metal door that led to his kingdom. Never in my life I had entered this place, let alone there Food purchased, but Spektor had to know. Greedy journalists reaching for the foil-wrapped in plastic fish. For all it was not enough. "Will you embarrass me," hissed Spektor. "What are you a wholesaler who has less than twenty fish stock?"
reindeer ham, immediately
The Caucasians felt the gravity of the situation, jumped like lightning in his Lada parked in the yard and sped off. The Mayor entertained the press with stories about life on the Arctic Circle. When the dealer shortly after returning, he had not only fully loaded the trunk with Muksun but some smoked reindeer ham there.
had come to Moscow press endültig on the taste. Since the reindeer was not enough for all, Spektor picked up the phone, barked to his secretary, she should immediately connect him with the director of reindeer collective farm. We were already back in the blue van, which had actually rented the railroad, as Spektor got a call.
"I urgently need reindeer ham, how much do you have there?" Then he asked the director about the price. The answer at the other end of the line did not seem to like it. "That can not be serious, you cut-throat. Here is a delegation from Moscow, what should they think about you. Make us a reasonable price and bring the stuff to the hotel. "Spektor reindeer breeders warned yet, hurry up, yes, we did not have all day to wait for him.
The blue bus drove slowly back to our hotel. There already parked a dark green Niva, was sitting inside a visibly nervous man both arms loaded with reindeer ham, the director came to our bus and distributed the smoked meat. "This is obviously a gift," he said quickly, smiled briefly at his mayor and said goodbye. Spektor had shown it to everyone. Though the Russians elsewhere in the country are Putin's feet, in the north, he was the one calling the shots had.
Everything looked as if would change so quickly in Vorkuta nothing in it. But a year after our visit Spektor came as a complete surprise as Mayor, packed his bags and moved to St. Petersburg. Who will now arrange for the smoked fish Moscow journalists?
Vorkuta (July 2006). In the mining town of Vorkuta, built on the bones of many thousands of gulag inmates, the sky hangs low. The end of the world is within reach. The most extreme and inhospitable always end of Europe: On the horizon are the dark to see the northern foothills of the Ural mountains. The city is far above the Arctic Circle and to reach the same longitude as western Afghanistan, only a two-day train journey from Moscow or with a three-decades-old AN-24 propeller plane.
If regional airline "Komiinteravia" too few tickets sold, was the only airline from the Republic's capital Syktwkar regularly canceled. "Because of bad weather," it said then. Those who already did this check, Vorkuta was thousands of kilometers from province center and was indeed for days, in fact, in the winter snow storms whipped or was in the summer in dense fog.
was busy that night, the tool may eventually sat about 20 journalists on board - Participants in a press trip to the Russian railway. The railroad wanted to perform a rolling clinic that supplied the remote settlements along the northern Russian rail routes. There, many people had previously seen a doctor for years more. The Antonov was not started in Syktyvkar, since the trip had been a tangible Scandal caused. The visit from the capital had not been discussed with Igor Spektor, the all-powerful mayor of the city. Sacrilege, how soon should all feel.
I like it so ...
The mayor must have been raging. At the inauguration of the hospital train, he said the next morning in his speech, the medical care of the region is so good that the whole project was completely useless. The railroad stopped the mouth open. Spektor said then turned to the press people, he would like to invite to a meeting in the afternoon. Finally, there is no one better versed in Vorkuta.
The former engineer, was undoubtedly one of the most colorful local politician in Russia who keeps himself contributed in Moscow with absurd ideas for headlines, which would allow prostitution in Russia and take account of the Vorkuta gulag past into an international tourist center. Ironically Vorkuta.
"My staff tell me for a long time, I should even be renovated," welcomed Spektor, the Moscow journalist, "but I like it that way." The huge office was cluttered with kitschy figurines, pennants of past contests, crafts and children's drawings - like the drawing room a school. The furniture came from the distant past. No other politician or manager will ever in the history of the idea to establish such an office.
Vorkuta Coal had once made relatively rich. The people flew to Moscow to shop could afford extended vacation in the Palm beaches on the Black Sea. When the Soviet command economy collapsed, the miners were phased out as the vanguard of the proletariat. The great escape from Vorkuta began in the former than 200,000 residents remained less than half.
Because it was almost impossible to find in the city or by buyers or tenants, excluded many Families simply from their front door and left the apartment to fate. Hardly anyone still believed in a future for the city behind the Arctic Circle. To be precise, no one but Igor Spektor. He let the gray prefabricated buildings emphasize colorful, people encouraged to stay.
Vice Mayor caught in blue make
an hour he tried to convince us that his shrinking city still had a great future, after all, he invited us to a city tour. Igor Spektor was still angry that someone had brought it without his permission journalists in his city. Well, the press people know who the true king of the tundra was. The bus rolled slowly
long prospectuses of Vorkuta along Spektor sat with a microphone in the front row, told so entertaining, that it would have been a professional guide can not keep. Suddenly, he ruled the driver to: "Come on, man, to stop! There goes forward so my deputy. "The bus lay down on the brakes, opened the bus door Spektor, and called the officials himself.
"What are you doing here?"
I go home a little earlier today, Igor Leonidovich, "she said, shy of the Vice-caught.
"At this time? That can not be true! "Clamored the mayor. The press people craned their necks and looked to Spektor's humiliated subordinates.
The bus rolled again. "The what tomorrow may allow," Spektor growled into the microphone.
Since the sights of Vorkuta were limited, asked some journalists Spektor to drive us to a shop where you could buy smoked Muksun, a salmon fish that is caught in Ob and in the Arctic Ocean. The mayor conducted the blue bus to a warehouse near the city administration.
A thick Caucasians smeared apron opened the metal door that led to his kingdom. Never in my life I had entered this place, let alone there Food purchased, but Spektor had to know. Greedy journalists reaching for the foil-wrapped in plastic fish. For all it was not enough. "Will you embarrass me," hissed Spektor. "What are you a wholesaler who has less than twenty fish stock?"
reindeer ham, immediately
The Caucasians felt the gravity of the situation, jumped like lightning in his Lada parked in the yard and sped off. The Mayor entertained the press with stories about life on the Arctic Circle. When the dealer shortly after returning, he had not only fully loaded the trunk with Muksun but some smoked reindeer ham there.
had come to Moscow press endültig on the taste. Since the reindeer was not enough for all, Spektor picked up the phone, barked to his secretary, she should immediately connect him with the director of reindeer collective farm. We were already back in the blue van, which had actually rented the railroad, as Spektor got a call.
"I urgently need reindeer ham, how much do you have there?" Then he asked the director about the price. The answer at the other end of the line did not seem to like it. "That can not be serious, you cut-throat. Here is a delegation from Moscow, what should they think about you. Make us a reasonable price and bring the stuff to the hotel. "Spektor reindeer breeders warned yet, hurry up, yes, we did not have all day to wait for him.
The blue bus drove slowly back to our hotel. There already parked a dark green Niva, was sitting inside a visibly nervous man both arms loaded with reindeer ham, the director came to our bus and distributed the smoked meat. "This is obviously a gift," he said quickly, smiled briefly at his mayor and said goodbye. Spektor had shown it to everyone. Though the Russians elsewhere in the country are Putin's feet, in the north, he was the one calling the shots had.
Everything looked as if would change so quickly in Vorkuta nothing in it. But a year after our visit Spektor came as a complete surprise as Mayor, packed his bags and moved to St. Petersburg. Who will now arrange for the smoked fish Moscow journalists?
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Who Sells Hitachi Bread Maker In Cnada
Little fruit sellers
Moscow (October 1995/Oktober 2006). The snow mud reached to his ankles. A huge crowd was tormented with heavy shopping bags through the maze of tin-containers and old truck that sold their goods any loading areas. "Wholesale market" called themselves the apocalyptic trading places on the outskirts of Moscow, but here bought a not wholesalers, but the common people.
was on these wild markets, it all: stiff frozen fish from the Pacific, yogurts German, Swedish strawberry cereal, toilet paper, dog food and summer clothes. At that time, in the unimaginably long past 1995, we were often on the "wholesale market" at the Metro station "Yugo-Zapadnaya."
Once, when the weather was particularly nasty and we blew the sleet in their faces, "said Tillman, who had come for a semester abroad to Moscow:" Wait it only from: In ten years, here is a supermarket blankgeputzem with soil and only thing that interferes with shopping, is the music that blares from the ceiling. "I said nothing, but I told my friend secretly crazy. However, his prognosis was completely correct. was
supermarkets for the people
1995 in all of Moscow with its ten million people only a handful of supermarkets. The prizes were awarded in U.S. dollars and so high that no one shopped there. Later the first branch of the Turkish Ramstore chain - a supermarket for ordinary Muscovites. That was the end of the nineties, a small sensation. Today, the huge shopping centers are almost at every street corner.
But our district at the Metro Woikowskaja remained until the end supermarket-free. There were only a few small food shops for everyday things. Quite a lot of goods so we bought at the subway. Directly to the outputs of all the rows of wooden stalls, tents and kiosks were set up, where it mainly fruit and vegetables were bought.
The sellers were probably all of them illegal immigrants from the former Soviet republics. People there, often seven days a week toiled from morning to nine clock in the evening, with no rights and for a miserable salary. The young Uzbek, the round in a kiosk next to our house in the High Street Radiator the Clock cigarettes, beer and potato chips in stock, had appeared in the converted construction trailer with no wheels to sleep also the same.
weighed Wrong, wrong
counted for exploiters Moscow had this system a tremendous advantage. They could buy goods at any time, day or night a few steps from the house door whatever you need. However, it also had a huge disadvantage. In the markets fraud as part of everyday life at the crowd in the metro. Incorrectly weighed apples, rotten change incorrectly counted, peppers - over the years came together quite a considerable sum.
After some very annoying experience I was ready for me down my own purchasing system. Because I wanted to hit me no more anonymous traders over the ear, which changed to more permanent, I decided to buy only at certain levels. Fruit and vegetables, I followed some tests only when Mary Lemberg at the rear exit of the metro. And it worked. The daily visit to the fruit stand was a ritual. Soon there were still regular at kilo bananas kiwi "for the little girl" on top. If four tomato varieties was designed from the stand, I learned with absolute certainty what "tastes good at all, unfortunately."
We could ever buy such a way but then one day, Mary was gone. Disappeared overnight. Was she arrested? Deported to Ukraine? I faced a huge problem: How should I replace our regular vendor? In fact appropriated by no means all items for everyday shopping. After some searching I found eventually replacement. Three booths towards Metro we provided us, from then on Gülya from Azerbaijan with vegetables, apples and tangerines.
The evening shopping is fun again. After several weeks of course Mary came back to their regular place - they had all of their free days saved up for a longer home leave. Now I was faced with a real dilemma. On the way home from the subway, I was forced to pass two levels of my regular vendors. Both have friendly greeted me every time, eventually they got used to my daily purchases. We have very, very much eaten fruit that autumn.
Moscow (October 1995/Oktober 2006). The snow mud reached to his ankles. A huge crowd was tormented with heavy shopping bags through the maze of tin-containers and old truck that sold their goods any loading areas. "Wholesale market" called themselves the apocalyptic trading places on the outskirts of Moscow, but here bought a not wholesalers, but the common people.
was on these wild markets, it all: stiff frozen fish from the Pacific, yogurts German, Swedish strawberry cereal, toilet paper, dog food and summer clothes. At that time, in the unimaginably long past 1995, we were often on the "wholesale market" at the Metro station "Yugo-Zapadnaya."
Once, when the weather was particularly nasty and we blew the sleet in their faces, "said Tillman, who had come for a semester abroad to Moscow:" Wait it only from: In ten years, here is a supermarket blankgeputzem with soil and only thing that interferes with shopping, is the music that blares from the ceiling. "I said nothing, but I told my friend secretly crazy. However, his prognosis was completely correct. was
supermarkets for the people
1995 in all of Moscow with its ten million people only a handful of supermarkets. The prizes were awarded in U.S. dollars and so high that no one shopped there. Later the first branch of the Turkish Ramstore chain - a supermarket for ordinary Muscovites. That was the end of the nineties, a small sensation. Today, the huge shopping centers are almost at every street corner.
But our district at the Metro Woikowskaja remained until the end supermarket-free. There were only a few small food shops for everyday things. Quite a lot of goods so we bought at the subway. Directly to the outputs of all the rows of wooden stalls, tents and kiosks were set up, where it mainly fruit and vegetables were bought.
The sellers were probably all of them illegal immigrants from the former Soviet republics. People there, often seven days a week toiled from morning to nine clock in the evening, with no rights and for a miserable salary. The young Uzbek, the round in a kiosk next to our house in the High Street Radiator the Clock cigarettes, beer and potato chips in stock, had appeared in the converted construction trailer with no wheels to sleep also the same.
weighed Wrong, wrong
counted for exploiters Moscow had this system a tremendous advantage. They could buy goods at any time, day or night a few steps from the house door whatever you need. However, it also had a huge disadvantage. In the markets fraud as part of everyday life at the crowd in the metro. Incorrectly weighed apples, rotten change incorrectly counted, peppers - over the years came together quite a considerable sum.
After some very annoying experience I was ready for me down my own purchasing system. Because I wanted to hit me no more anonymous traders over the ear, which changed to more permanent, I decided to buy only at certain levels. Fruit and vegetables, I followed some tests only when Mary Lemberg at the rear exit of the metro. And it worked. The daily visit to the fruit stand was a ritual. Soon there were still regular at kilo bananas kiwi "for the little girl" on top. If four tomato varieties was designed from the stand, I learned with absolute certainty what "tastes good at all, unfortunately."
We could ever buy such a way but then one day, Mary was gone. Disappeared overnight. Was she arrested? Deported to Ukraine? I faced a huge problem: How should I replace our regular vendor? In fact appropriated by no means all items for everyday shopping. After some searching I found eventually replacement. Three booths towards Metro we provided us, from then on Gülya from Azerbaijan with vegetables, apples and tangerines.
The evening shopping is fun again. After several weeks of course Mary came back to their regular place - they had all of their free days saved up for a longer home leave. Now I was faced with a real dilemma. On the way home from the subway, I was forced to pass two levels of my regular vendors. Both have friendly greeted me every time, eventually they got used to my daily purchases. We have very, very much eaten fruit that autumn.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
4mm Gallbladder Polyp
satire street names
Yaroslavl (November 1995). In probably no country on earth had to get used to people within a short time in so many ideologically motivated name changes. St. Petersburg became Petrograd became Leningrad and after almost 70 years, St. Petersburg. The city of Yaroslavl on the Volga retained its old name. But with the roads, it drove the communists for the more colorful ...
"Surkov Street
formerly School Street
former high school Street
formerly Annunciation Street"
Yaroslavl (November 1995). In probably no country on earth had to get used to people within a short time in so many ideologically motivated name changes. St. Petersburg became Petrograd became Leningrad and after almost 70 years, St. Petersburg. The city of Yaroslavl on the Volga retained its old name. But with the roads, it drove the communists for the more colorful ...
"Surkov Street
formerly School Street
former high school Street
formerly Annunciation Street"
Hair Salon Coupon Templates
enemies of the state on state radio
Moscow (September 1999/Februar 2000). There were only a few hundred people who came in February 2000 at the Moscow Pushkin Square to protest for the release of the Radio Liberty reporter Andrei Babitsky. Babitsky, the only Russian-language journalist who had reported after the start of the second Chechen war from the Chechen side of the front had disappeared mysteriously during the escape from the besieged capital of Grozny. And many said even then that the Russian secret service had his finger in the game.
At the beginning of the Putin-time came to such demonstrations often more journalists than protesters. After all, the rallies were allowed at that time still officially and not clubbed. Although the post was difficult, I wanted to have a news story for the "Voice of Russia" about Babitsky bring into the program. How would I succeed, I did not, after Putin had himself declared the Liberty reporter enemy of the state. Not the best conditions for a report on the Russian government international broadcasting also.
In the crowd I finally saw Wolfgang Kehl, the German media assistants Moscow German newspaper, which is a few photos shot. "What do Are you doing here? "He asked mockingly. "You do not even want you may send at you about it?" It was annoying, but I did not really believe it.
ran to my surprise, my contribution to the "Voice of Russia" without any problems on the station. No criticism, no discussions, no wegredigierten paragraphs or sound bites. What confirmed me in my conviction that I was in the editorial as a "German by the service" well something like fools freedom enjoyed.
very same thing happened to Mr Kehl, as he told later. He disliked his text only after heated debate in the Journal Press. The colleagues of the Moscow German newspaper, which was after all, funded with money from Germany Wolter, no expressions of sympathy for a journalist who was a traitor in their eyes. Topsy-turvy world, you'd think.
silent The "Voice of Russia" and was silent
However, it was also at the Moscow International Radio not easier, when Putin came to power. The "Voice of Russia" reported on principle and habit of absolutely everything and everyone basically party line. Or, if not the official line once it was clearly shown, she reported at all: When the campaign against the opposition television station NTV began and the media magnate Vladimir Gusinsky temporarily landed behind bars, the affair with the "voice" in a peculiar way, was a top priority.
The foreign-language broadcasting services should not post their own comments about the arrest, was the directive to which had to stick to the German program. Posts should alone by the central newsroom, the editorial jargon, the 7th floor are "called over. Worldwide Gusinsky fate was treated in the covers and in television news, but the "7 Floor "was silent. One day, two days or three days.
By the autumn of 1999 it was once very angry with an interview given. At that time, the neighboring republic of Dagestan Chechen militants had attacked. The beginning of the second Chechen war was in the air. At a meeting of the Naumann Foundation, I had some time previously met Emil Pain, Yeltsin's former advisor nationality. Pain was distinguished by his sharp forecasts and his expertise and cosiness of the army of political scientists who were talking a lot, but seldom said so.
Pains Because his advice and warnings in front of a fiasco did not like Chechnya, Yeltsin had fired his adviser of the moment. I called Pain and asked if he would be the "Voice of Russia" for an interview to the Chechen issue is available.
"Do you know because my views at all?" He asked, amazed.
"Yes, that's why I just want to talk to you."
"An interview? For the national broadcast? "Pain remained uncertain. "You want to send it?"
Yes, of course, I said. This is also everything has already been discussed with the editor. In fact, Valerie was Choschewa, head of the German section, my proposal well. Pain came a few days later, the radio station and we recorded a nearly hour-long conversation. Pain said amazing advance exactly how a possible second war lost and the fatal consequences, for the civilian population would have. I was just about to put together a summary of the conversation for the evening news magazine, as the disaster began.
top boss wants no terrorist propaganda
Because unfortunately there was also the "Voice of Russia", as usual in government organizations, many managers and supervisors of supervisors, directors of the transmission states of Western Europe for example. The top bosses had their own offices, which they have been working properly in their time, no one really knew. Usually the editors of all the matters governed by Valentina Choschewa.
I walked along the ready-cut the original sounds Hallway, when I suddenly Valentinas entgegenkam superior. Furious, red-faced, he stormed down the hall. In his hand, I discovered the manuscript of my contribution. "Not a word of it can be sent," he yelled. "This is propaganda of the terrorists. The man is paid for by the terrorists. No word of it is sent. "
As the situation threatened to become critical, I immediately turned around to me to get something in our editorial shooters help. Before the front door, I met our editor in chief. "A nice contribution," she said, praising, just loud enough for even the manager could still hear it, who was after me and at the same moment around the corner came.
It was an impressive argument between my boss and the top boss. With the result that the contribution was still sent. Now I had but also a long-planned version of the interview - and some of the most critical statements were not even mentioned in the excerpt.
To ensure that the "vote" no "false" reports on the station were running, had also long-time editors, all their contributions to the boss can sign off of each broadcasting service. The heads of the chiefs also received a list of the working titles of the articles and if needed could also request the manuscripts. Our editor in chief, there were fortunately no Problems. And the top leaders could also provide easy quietly
If I had my post with "Emil Pain warns of massacres of Chechen civilians" overwritten, the big interview would of course never went. But why provoke, where it is not necessary? Because we selected subjects for the internal preview the meaningless title of "experts on social development prospects for the region of southern Russia," everything was on the station.
Moscow (September 1999/Februar 2000). There were only a few hundred people who came in February 2000 at the Moscow Pushkin Square to protest for the release of the Radio Liberty reporter Andrei Babitsky. Babitsky, the only Russian-language journalist who had reported after the start of the second Chechen war from the Chechen side of the front had disappeared mysteriously during the escape from the besieged capital of Grozny. And many said even then that the Russian secret service had his finger in the game.
At the beginning of the Putin-time came to such demonstrations often more journalists than protesters. After all, the rallies were allowed at that time still officially and not clubbed. Although the post was difficult, I wanted to have a news story for the "Voice of Russia" about Babitsky bring into the program. How would I succeed, I did not, after Putin had himself declared the Liberty reporter enemy of the state. Not the best conditions for a report on the Russian government international broadcasting also.
In the crowd I finally saw Wolfgang Kehl, the German media assistants Moscow German newspaper, which is a few photos shot. "What do Are you doing here? "He asked mockingly. "You do not even want you may send at you about it?" It was annoying, but I did not really believe it.
ran to my surprise, my contribution to the "Voice of Russia" without any problems on the station. No criticism, no discussions, no wegredigierten paragraphs or sound bites. What confirmed me in my conviction that I was in the editorial as a "German by the service" well something like fools freedom enjoyed.
very same thing happened to Mr Kehl, as he told later. He disliked his text only after heated debate in the Journal Press. The colleagues of the Moscow German newspaper, which was after all, funded with money from Germany Wolter, no expressions of sympathy for a journalist who was a traitor in their eyes. Topsy-turvy world, you'd think.
silent The "Voice of Russia" and was silent
However, it was also at the Moscow International Radio not easier, when Putin came to power. The "Voice of Russia" reported on principle and habit of absolutely everything and everyone basically party line. Or, if not the official line once it was clearly shown, she reported at all: When the campaign against the opposition television station NTV began and the media magnate Vladimir Gusinsky temporarily landed behind bars, the affair with the "voice" in a peculiar way, was a top priority.
The foreign-language broadcasting services should not post their own comments about the arrest, was the directive to which had to stick to the German program. Posts should alone by the central newsroom, the editorial jargon, the 7th floor are "called over. Worldwide Gusinsky fate was treated in the covers and in television news, but the "7 Floor "was silent. One day, two days or three days.
By the autumn of 1999 it was once very angry with an interview given. At that time, the neighboring republic of Dagestan Chechen militants had attacked. The beginning of the second Chechen war was in the air. At a meeting of the Naumann Foundation, I had some time previously met Emil Pain, Yeltsin's former advisor nationality. Pain was distinguished by his sharp forecasts and his expertise and cosiness of the army of political scientists who were talking a lot, but seldom said so.
Pains Because his advice and warnings in front of a fiasco did not like Chechnya, Yeltsin had fired his adviser of the moment. I called Pain and asked if he would be the "Voice of Russia" for an interview to the Chechen issue is available.
"Do you know because my views at all?" He asked, amazed.
"Yes, that's why I just want to talk to you."
"An interview? For the national broadcast? "Pain remained uncertain. "You want to send it?"
Yes, of course, I said. This is also everything has already been discussed with the editor. In fact, Valerie was Choschewa, head of the German section, my proposal well. Pain came a few days later, the radio station and we recorded a nearly hour-long conversation. Pain said amazing advance exactly how a possible second war lost and the fatal consequences, for the civilian population would have. I was just about to put together a summary of the conversation for the evening news magazine, as the disaster began.
top boss wants no terrorist propaganda
Because unfortunately there was also the "Voice of Russia", as usual in government organizations, many managers and supervisors of supervisors, directors of the transmission states of Western Europe for example. The top bosses had their own offices, which they have been working properly in their time, no one really knew. Usually the editors of all the matters governed by Valentina Choschewa.
I walked along the ready-cut the original sounds Hallway, when I suddenly Valentinas entgegenkam superior. Furious, red-faced, he stormed down the hall. In his hand, I discovered the manuscript of my contribution. "Not a word of it can be sent," he yelled. "This is propaganda of the terrorists. The man is paid for by the terrorists. No word of it is sent. "
As the situation threatened to become critical, I immediately turned around to me to get something in our editorial shooters help. Before the front door, I met our editor in chief. "A nice contribution," she said, praising, just loud enough for even the manager could still hear it, who was after me and at the same moment around the corner came.
It was an impressive argument between my boss and the top boss. With the result that the contribution was still sent. Now I had but also a long-planned version of the interview - and some of the most critical statements were not even mentioned in the excerpt.
To ensure that the "vote" no "false" reports on the station were running, had also long-time editors, all their contributions to the boss can sign off of each broadcasting service. The heads of the chiefs also received a list of the working titles of the articles and if needed could also request the manuscripts. Our editor in chief, there were fortunately no Problems. And the top leaders could also provide easy quietly
If I had my post with "Emil Pain warns of massacres of Chechen civilians" overwritten, the big interview would of course never went. But why provoke, where it is not necessary? Because we selected subjects for the internal preview the meaningless title of "experts on social development prospects for the region of southern Russia," everything was on the station.
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