Transnistria - The Other Side of Moldova

When Moldova split during the fall of the Soviet Union, its eyes flicked west. Lurching through independence, linguistically & geographically, Romania was its closest neighbour & Russia represented the bad old days; authoritarian rule & queues for food.

But not everyone agreed.

A slither of industrial land & communities dissected by the Dniester River still felt the comfort of the Motherland & resisted the westward pull. A short & bloody war secured a breakaway; creating a country within a country. With its own borders & local currency, Transnistria has the tools of a nation, just without international recognition. Only those in the same boat have formal relations; Abkhazia, Kosovo, Palestine, all pseudo-nations screaming for identity.

Until recently, access for those of us in the decadent west was difficult; all impenetrable bureaucracy & bribes at the border. But in the last couple of years, a kind of tolerated tourism has developed. Now there’s an anti-corruption phone line at the border. If an old-school guard starts thumbing your passport, suggesting registration issues you get your mobile out.

Angry Lenin

With its Soviet iconography & tank-wide boulevards, the capital, Tiraspol, is a freeze-frame of the old Soviet Union. Lenin hasn’t been toppled from his plinths & the war memorial features both an onion-topped spire & a tank. It begs to be photographed in sepia.

I walked the main street, named after the 1917 Russian Revolution, from the towering statue of Lenin at one end to the angry bust of Lenin at the other. On the way, I passed Gagarin, Frunze & other Soviet icons. I chanced a croissant at a bakery, but found a frankfurter inside. Luckily, the tiramisu was sausage-free. It may thumb its nose at the decadent west, but Transnistria loves English football, with several channels dedicated to the Premier League. The reason for this is Sheriff; a private company that has stamped its brand across the republic; a huge hypermarket sits next to the FC Sheriff stadium & sponsored billboards are commonplace. Setup by ex-KGB & heavily involved in national politics, Sheriff is the corporate face of Transnistria.

In truth, Transmistria is no different to many other former Soviet republics in dealing with 70 years of Communist legacy. Some, The Baltics for instance, have smashed Lenin & Marx to pieces. The Central Asian Stans have quietly relocated them to less prominent positions (in case the wind changes), whereas Transnistria, like Belarus, seems to dismiss the whole fall of Soviet Russia as western propaganda.

I Love Tiraspol

On the day I returned home, the UK press carried an article about Moldovan politics. A new President with pro-Russian sympathies was promising to review the status of Transnistria, bring it back into the national fold perhaps? A reminder that politics, territory & nationhood are ever-changing. I took three things away with me back to the west; how eerily quiet it was at night, a bottle of local Kvint brandy (now in a million pieces thanks to my drunken butter-fingered sister) & a clever hotel toothbrush which could separate in two & slide into a protective case.