Tuesday, 3 March 2009

Мінск: горад-герой - Minsk: Hero City

So, how does Minsk look like? It has all the features you would expect from a city that was built under a Socialist regime after we Germans had basically completely destroyed it in WWII. That's what it got the title Hero City for from the Soviets. However, I will stick to today and leave telling about the interesting history to people more knowledgable than me.



First thing you notice is the "anachronistic architecture" with high rising concrete block buildings and wide prospects in between. That sounds slightly appalling at first, but it actually takes only a short time to get used to it and to like it. Newer houses do depart quite nicely from the central theme of a grey cube and have colour, some different shape and fancy embellishments. However, noticeably the big advantage of building high is that you have a lot of space left in between (which was covered in snow by the time I was there). So you can have a lot of open space for lawns and trees and use parts of it for things like an eight-lane street. This has the additional advantage that traffic becomes a much lesser problem.

Speaking for the centre, the houses are not run-down as bad rumours try to make you believe. They are well-kept, nicely painted and illuminated at night and most of them are not simply brightly lit, but the light changes colours which makes for a nice effect. Together with the abundant Christmas illuminations (flashing and in all sorts of colours) reflecting on the snow-covered ground, it is quite beautiful in its own way at night. The city does, however, not have a skyline or a distinctive crammed centre, but is draped along various prospects with a river mingled in between which provides space for parks. The prospects are reasonably straight as a prospect should be, but they are not orthogonal to each other, so it is not a boring look at all and still challenges your sense of orientation.

The most interesting building is at the edge of the city centre on one of those prospects and it is the National Library of Belarus. Depending on your associations, it looks like a diamond, the death star or a giant role playing dice – in any way, it is quite remarkable. What makes it even more geeky is that the whole facade is covered with coloured lightbulbs which basically makes it the weirdest screen I've ever seen. Of course, they use this screen constantly and display anything from scrolling text (some welcome message, I suppose for lack of knowing better), the animated national flag or just a screen saver, i.e. some purple arcs flying all over the cube's surface.



Of course, is has an inside, but if you are not there on the day of the guided tour (which is in Russian), you have to become a member to enter – so I did. I am now proudly in possession of a library card complete with my photo and my name in Cyrillic letters. They scanned my passport for the picture which makes for some nice background and lacks my smile, because of the biometric picture. The library is as one would expect with art, reading rooms and books. They said they do have books in other languages although I did not check.

Another very nice the thing about Minsk and Belarus in general is its spotless cleanliness. There is not a leaf or a paper on the ground, neither on the street nor in the metro stations. There were ten to 20 centimetres (four to eight inches for the non-metric people) of snow and there was frequent snowfall, but they managed to keep each street clean to the kerb. No heaps of snow at the sides, no sleet on the street or on the pavements, which I find really amazing – considering how other countries that think they were better developed cope with much less snow. Maybe it is again due to the contrast with scruffy Manchester where you constantly walk through dirt, litter and liquids on the pavement, but I am still totally enthusiastic about how clean you can keep a city of an 1.8 million population.



Traffic in Minsk looks and feels a bit chaotic when you are in a car, but it works well. People on foot stop at red lights – which is quite sensible if you want to survive crossing eight lanes – and in the city centre they have nice pedestrian lights with a countdown in seconds until the green lights which then show a nice animated man walking and another countdown until the red light. The metro consisting of two lines works very well – did I mention that you could almost eat from the floor, even when people constantly walk in with dirty shoes from the snow?

You might well be aware of the political situation in Belarus and maybe what I am so enthusiastic about are just features of a police state. Admittedly, there is noticeable police presence on the streets and you are well advised not to argue with them about politics, but they are moderately helpful and not less unfriendly than ordinary people. I was prepared for the situation of being asked for passport, visa, registration and whatever else with a picture of me on it they might want to see, but a bit disappointingly, this never happened.

Another thing making it a bit adventurous to be there is the language and scripture barrier. You cannot expect ordinary people to speak more than Russian and Belarusian and you need a photographic memory to read or recognise signs if you are not familiar with Cyrillic writing, because there is nothing except for some lonely bilingual English-Russian signposts at each ends of one park.

Having said that, it is a very enjoyable city when you are with locals that speak your language and this is what I will write more about in further postings, so stay tuned again.

Saturday, 28 February 2009

Notes from the Far East

Welcome back after another two month's silence that has become too usual and shows you that I did not have any New Year's resolutions. Anyways, to make up for that I have something special for my dearest readers this time.

I have something interesting to report, namely a trip to Minsk over New Year's Eve and the week after. This is the captial a Belarus, a state that has been a part of Soviet Union and is said to be the place where these times are still somehow alive by people taking a more nostalgic view and considered to be the last dictatorship in Europe by people thinking more politically. This just as an update to everybody who might be too ashamed to admit this is new information to them. I know that the vast majority of my readers is informed much beyond that.

Quite an exotic and exciting destination - although in the Daily Mail's Top Ten list of travel destinations of 2009 - and therefore, I have a lot to tell. To not be liable to procrastinating my dear readers too much, my stories will come in several episodes over the following days. So check back, there is a lot to tell from a very enjoyable trip with many new insights and anecdotes.

For today, I'll only dump the pictures and tell you to stay tuned when the first storytelling episode drops in, say, three days.

Minsk


Silichi


Babruysk


Travelling


Culture

Tuesday, 16 December 2008

C, CM and PhD notes

To keep on surprising my dear readers, I am writing down some further notes from the recent days.

Christmas Markets first: thanks for your sympathy, but I can report that I dared to eat some sausage at another stall and this one was indeed better. Not very good though, but acceptable. Bravely, I continued to have mulled wine and apple strudel, both good. However, the latter was served with custard instead of vanilla ice cream which forces me to mark down its test results

Remarkably, a bigger part of the Christmas Markets is in German hands - people say, about half of it. Unfortunately, it is still controlled by the British and their strict curfew, meaning no alcohol outside the fences around Albert Square and they close at nine sharp.

Further, I can tell that the PhD comics guy is funny even in reality, this was some kind of Christmas lecture yesterday. A bit of a disappointment was that there was a moral to his talk, but not the moral itself: procrastination is different from laziness and it is OK.

I wonder if I witnessed the creation of a new comic and I can exclusively announce that he wrote down the words "thesis envy" and the sentence "The grass is always greener on the other side of defense." By the way, they did have free food, i.e. wine and mince pies.

In other news, the result of the congestion charge referendum is quite clear: 80% voted no. As I already told, it is not unusual to me as a left-ish Bavarian to be with a vast minority.

That means, I have to take the bus to the airport for some more years, because they don't know what will happen to the tram line there that was part of the plan. I am making this way later today in the usual way and wish everybody something like a Merry Christmas in case I will not be able to keep up the current speed of blogging.

Saturday, 6 December 2008

St. Nicholas Day

Now that it is St. Nicholas Day, Christmas is not far, even if you try to be objective. Thus, I dared to visit the Christmas Markets in Manchester today. Brought up with that in Germany, I was curious as to what expect from this copy that even comes in several parts: the German, the European and the World Christmas Markets.


Well, what should I say? Christmas Markets with everything that belongs there, I just did not find the Glühwein tent where they play awful Apres-Ski music. Otherwise, roasted almonds taste the same, chocolate coated fruits, too - sold at the "Bavarian Sweets" stall, where I was immediately asked if I was from Germany. Maybe I was targeting the typical things too eagerly and that tipped me and my experience off.

The big flop, however, was the "Bratwurst". I could have guessed it, the Britons are famous for not knowing how to do neither sausages nor rolls. Therefore, enjoyment of the fat and meatless former in a dry and fluffy latter was rather limited. Don't know if I will try again where they explicitly advertise "German Bratwurst".

However, I do have to return - my dear Christmas Market veterans have certainly noticed: I forgot the Glühwein. Not forgotten, rather not eager enough to queue, because if there is alcohol, hordes of Britons are not far. At least, they sell "Nürnberger Christkindles Glühwein", the famous one from Aldi. They also sell mugs - I have to add one of those to my collection.

As the pictures show you: decoration is there, too. As well as an ice rink and a ramp with artificial snow that you can glide down in a tyre. After all, everything is just the way I don't miss from Germany. Glühwein, Glögg rather, can just as well be sourced from IKEA.

Wednesday, 3 December 2008

C elections

EU ist great! Although the Britons sometimes fight against this institution, I have now made use of my right to vote for the first time here.

As you don't have to register your residence in England and they have successfully refused the introduction of national ID cards, there are several parallel institutions. Thus, we got a letter sometime ago, asking us who is living in the house and their nationalities. Since then, I was in the electoral register that curiously has two versions here: an original and an edited one. The former is used in elections and as you can verify people's address with it, my credit rating has increased with a certain probability. The edited register is sold off to marketers, luckily you can elect to be removed with a tick in the right column.

Lately, a letter arrived and I can vote on the "Transport Innovation Fund Proposals".



In a nutshell, they want to introduce a congestion charge like in London, which is cheaper on the one hand, but the world's biggest on the other hand. It is about 200 sq. km (80 sq. miles for friends of imperial measurements), inside there is another small zone that comes at an extra price. Figuring out what medium-sized city known to my dear readers that corresponds to is left as an exercise.

If somebody intends to drive to see me (I will live in the inner ring), I can calm you down. The charge applies inbound only between 7am and 9.30am (Don't you dare to arrive at that time!) and outbound only between 4pm and 6.30pm (You don't want to leave that soon, do you?). Then, you only pay if you actually cross a ring, there are numerous exceptions and it will be in force 2013 the earliest and only if more than 80% of the innovations are in place.

The innovations sound reasonable, compared to these slightly suspicious charging rules. More buses, better buses, single ticketing (Yes, this counts as an innovation here!) and extension of the sparse tram network that will have more than three endpoints then. Extreme-GMPTE-ing would still not be particularly exciting.

Anyways, I'll cast my vote and send it, perhaps it works. After all, my last vote in an election made the ruling party in Bavaria lose their absolute majority. I had to keep voting for ten years though, but if I'm lucky, my opinion will be heard faster in here.

Friday, 19 September 2008

Two months, again

Two months have passed again, though I did promise to write more frequently. I apologise and refrain from giving a similar promise for now. Of course, this is not meant to say that I would not write again, or that there was nothing to write. Neither am I lacking encouragements from my dear readers. Au contraire, I will keep on writing and hope that I will be worth reading.

Again, for now I limit myself to posting some pictures, as usual, they do not stay uncommented. I have some more pictures from abroad as I visited another country of the United Kingdom, namely Wales. Also, I have added more pins to my Map.

Let me begin with Llandudno, Wales. A pretty seaside resort, including the obligatory pier as this is still Britain. Special to mention about Llandudno is not only its name, but also the hill right next to the sea that gives you nice views on the bay and that you can descend from in Britains longest cable way.

Llandudno


Then I went to York that does not have skyscrapers, but a minister that is the biggest in some category – I think it was something to do with a church of a particular faith north of the Alps. Also, there is a wall, around town, however, and without graffiti.

York


Manchester Pride Parade was another event, not on Christopher Street Day, but in the middle of "summer" (in fact, it did not rain that day). Nice to see, a bit like a German carnival parade, but without candy and in pink.

Machester Pride Parade


Continuing with some pictures from Buxton, a small town at the edge of the Peak District. Notable here is the nicely renovated Opera House - something you wouldn't expect in such a spa town and even less in that baroque style - art historians may stone me now for I certainly got the epoch wrong, but it is nicely ornamented inside with angels and freskos.

Buxton


Finally, the highlight up to now: Lake District. By far the most beautiful region in England, somehow like a small Switzerland, meaning mountains and lakes. A lot of green and very romantic, which has attracted some writers. I drove a car for the first time here which was less nerve-racking at the end than I had expected. As we all know, they drive on the wrong side of the road in England – luckily, everybody does it, thus this is the least problem. What makes it interesting are the narrow roads that are partly crowded even Thursdays and the solid stone walls right at the edge of the road that they build instead of fences. Still, I and the car survived unbruised and I brought many pretty pictures and the goal to return there.

Lake District


This, however, will be a topic for one of the next times. As I said, I do not promise to, but perhaps I will manage to blog a bit timelier.

As a small postscriptum, I can announce that I have a well-rehearsed guided tour of Manchester now, thanks to my visitors that patiently helped me test it. Further testers for future refinements are always welcome.

Monday, 7 July 2008

Long time, no blog

I have really not given any notice for a long time, once again I was either to lazy or to busy to write something. Therefore, I am just dumping many pictures and some text, apologise to my dear patient readers and promise to blog more and timelier in the future.

The most important first: I have moved, to a cute house with a garden and three other Computer Science PhDs. All your holiday postcards go to 3 Hadfield Close, Manchester M14 5LY, United Kingdom from now on, please. Alternatively you can use the university address to the right. Guests are always welcome to distract me and I have even more space for you now.

Otherwise, everything is as usual. I have travelled a bit around England and have visited Liverpool among other things. This is most interesting this year because they are the European Capital of Culture, that is they have done right what Karlsruhe did wrong in their application.

The first time Liverpool was an afternoon with the common sights that you have to have seen there, of course, I took pictures. They include both cathedrals (finished ~1900 and ~1970), Albert Dock and the Cavern Quarter where the Beatles had their first gig.

The second time a couple of weeks later I walked the Queensway Tunnel under the Mersey together with some other 10,000 people. It was closed to motor traffic for that occasion and we went back on a vintage bus and the ferry. Then the same tour as on my first time as the people I went with had not yet seen it.

Then I went to Blackpool, a - actually the most famous - seaside resort north of Liverpool. It has seen better days, it's all a bit dodgy and tacky, but one has to have seen it once.

For something completely different I went to Amsterdam, which is quite nice and has the better weather. On the way back I went to Liverpool for a third time, but only saw the airport this time.

Then there were little things like the Two Cities Boat Race between the universities of Salford and Manchester (the latter won 6-1).

So please take a look at the pictures, accept my apologies and my promise to write more in this place in the future.