I must admit that our soviet crumbling building was a bit of a shock for the first couple of days, but now it does not look that bad, it does not smell as bad either.
We constantly have to struggle with repairs though. There is a metal box on the staircase with all electric wires including telephone, internet, and television cable. Everything is hanging there barely attached to the sockets; it is a miracle that anything works. When Internet installation people came over to install new cables for the internet, they accidentally disconnected our television cable, so our television stopped working. Tom tried to fix television cable and knocked off our telephone cable, after that the telephone and the television stopped working. Fortunately, my sister called and remembered that we had a neighbor in the building on the first floor who is an electrician and miraculously still not complete alcoholic. So I ran to him for help. Tolia came and fixed our television cable and telephone. However, half an hour later our next door neighbor knocked on the door, telling that her television does not work anymore. I told her our story, she said she will call the cable company. So I expect the cycle to continue: cable people will come, fix neighbor's television and disconnect ours.
I think we get too spoilt in the
Everything is connected in this Soviet reality. Another profound example: Tom drank coffee yesterday and drained coffee grinds in the sink. This blocked the sink. Washing machine is connected to the kitchen drainage, therefore our washing machine does not drain water as well.
Pictures of Old Obolon, New Obolon is completely different story....
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