@nimh,
nimh wrote:
glitterbag wrote:
I was temporarily assigned to the State Depart, and they sent me to the American embassy in Bucharesti. The city was berift of charm, it was so poor and so neglected. A stench hung over the city that permeated my clothing, I could never get it out my clothes and I had to toss them.
(Let me pm the rest, I'm sure it's boring to everyone else).
Personal memories from communist-era Bucharest? Hell no that doesn't sound boring.
I've never been to Bucharest. Only places I visited while the communists were still in charge were several cities in Poland, Prague, and Budapest. As much as we were raised to think of the Eastern Bloc as a grey and homogenous whole, the differences between the three countries were striking. I'm sure Romania was quite a different (and particularly depressing) story again.
I was only in Bucharest, but I remember the stark difference from the air when we flew past Bulgaria rich and green from below to brown dried up crops in Romania. It was stark and depressing. In Bucharest, I actually saw oxen drawn
wagons. I was able to stay with another State Dept woman in a residential hotel (ha), but it was rainy and we often had to hail cabs, the cabs looked like something out of a mad max film. I didn't recognize the make of the vehicle, but the floors seemed to be caked with mud and the back seat was a wooden board over something that seemed to be concrete blocks. A red patterned blanket was thrown over the board and there was no back on the back seat. I remember Evelyn asking the driver to take us to the US Embassy and he paused and said he didn't know the way. We passed him a pack of Kent cigarettes and suddenly he knew the way.
For some reason the most alarming part of my trip was arriving. The airport looked like the airport in Casa Blanca, and there were ground to air weapons all along the airway. The plane taxied far from the terminal and we were bused in. Very grim, but I did notice that the Securitate had boxes of Marlboros n their pockets. I never looked into what the significance was between Kents and Marlboros.