
The rumors I had heard turned out to be
true from the get go. At the border I was asked to handover my
passport and entered an interrogation room. The officer made friendly
talk with me while flipping through my passport. Then said there was
a problem, and that I only had one stamp into Moldova and he could
get the second one for me if I gave him “a gift”. I laughed,
snatched my passport from his hands, left the room. I had heard of
these bribe tricks and refused to be another victim. I went to the
counter and got my 10 hour visitor permit stamped by the friendly
border patrol woman with no problem. Unfortunately the bus had left
without me.
When I finally got to the capital city
of Tiraspol, I had no clue as to where to go or what to do. I began
walking through the streets while mapping out my way back to the bus
station. The symbol of communism was on everything and not a word of
English to be seen or heard but all Russian. In the city center
memorials to those killed during the war fill the city center along
with a battle tank to remember how the conflict is on going. The
people continue the effort to gain international recognition as an
independent country.

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