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Edited on Fri Jan-07-05 10:06 PM by lwfern
I was there (Moscow) in 87, with the husband. We were there as tourists, but we both worked as military intelligence/Russian linguists.
Our experience was that they were hands down the absolute nicest people we'd come across. My daughter was less than a year old, and was crying in the customs line, and the officials asked why she was crying, I told them she's hungry, I need to nurse her. They pulled us out of line and sent us through the diplomat gate so we wouldn't have to wait, and gave us a spot to sit down and feed her. One cultural difference I noticed was when I said maybe I should find a private place to nurse (being a good American), they were disgusted with me, and basically said your baby is hungry, you need to feed her (kind of an "are you some kind of moron, don't you know enough to feed a hungry baby?" moment). Anyway, it struck me that they put people above the regulations, unlike in the US.
And it was like that consistently, throughout the entire trip. When we asked the bus driver are we supposed to pay in the front or the back (we didn't understand the system), he asked where we were from, and then said we were their guests, we didn't have to pay.
When we were lost in a blizzard and asked for instructions, the woman we asked didn't give us directions - she walked through the blizzard a half mile out of her way to make sure we got to our destination, and she wouldn't take even subway fare back to her original spot as a thank you.
The Kremlin guards tried to make me leave my backpack outside, til they realized it was my kid bundled up in a baby backpack, with just her eyes visible through a hole we cut in a blanket (like Casper, as an attempt to keep the November winds out). They called over other guards to check out the backpack (they didn't have those in Moscow at the time), and had a good laugh about it.
And so on, throughout the entire trip, we were summoned over to join in wedding banquests at restaurants, they passed our daughter from table to table talking about how important it was for our children to grow up not thinking of each other as the enemy, they told us how important it was to get her on a horse, right away (so she could grow up to be a good Cossack). Where we were briefed to expect fascism, what we saw put us to shame, because we knew there was not a single instance we ran into there where Americans would have reciprocated in kind in our own country. I've lived in a couple countries, and traveled a lot, but that was the only time I was honestly ashamed to be American. It was like looking at a vision of what a society could be if people actually did care about strangers, and stunning that we realized we'd never experienced that before.
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