The Soviet Union in the 1980s

My six years of elementary school were also the final six years of the Soviet Union. Every day, my classmates and I were drilled with the idea that we are free and the rest of the world is not. Twenty-six years after the collapse of the Soviet Union, I had the chance to visit three former Soviet Republics: Armenia, Georgia, and Azerbaijan. Although I was excited to see the capital cities and ride the rails, I was most interested in seeing how the people I met felt about their time as part of the USSR.

Yerevan, Armenia

Baku, Azerbaijan

Yerevan Vernissage

My way of experiencing a city is to head first to a local market, preferably via public transit. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon in Yerevan, Armenia’s capital.  After the short walk from Republic Square, I arrived at Yerevan Vernissage, a famous weekend market. The dozens of vendors sell cheap souvenirs like magnets and tea cups as well as paintings, pottery, and rugs. After buying a half-dozen magnets for friends and family back in the states, I came across a graying elder gentleman who sold old coins and paper bank notes. As an avid currency collector, this was my spot. There was no shade, but I didn’t mind the afternoon sun beating down on my balding, unprotected head. As I made eye contact with the gray-haired man who looked older than many pensioners, my smile must have been apparent. He had rubles from the old Soviet Union bearing the face of Vladimir Lenin.

Soviet Rubles For Sale

Back in elementary school, I’d been taught what an evil man this Lenin was. Just like when I saw the Yasser Arafat museum in Ramallah two months prior, I knew that one person’s villain is another’s hero. However, I sensed that this man was not selling old Soviet money for ideological reasons any more than vendors in Jerusalem’s Arab Quarter sold pictures of Yasser Arafat. I asked him the price with an eager smile on my face. When he responded with a hand gesture indicating five notes for 1,000 Armenian dram, I was not in the mood to bargain. We had a deal.

The Armenian Genocide Museum

My next destination was the Armenian Genocide Museum, which is not easily accessible by public transit. A taxi was the best option, so I walked back to Republic Square and quickly found a taxi with a gray-haired man behind the wheel and an American flag air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror. The driver spoke little English, but that didn’t stop him from trying to carry on a conversation with me in his native tongue during most of the five-minute cab ride. We rode uphill, and I was more focused on the breathtaking view of the city than whatever he was trying to tell me.

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The 44-meter stele symbolizes the national rebirth of Armenians. Twelve slabs are positioned in a circle, representing the twelve lost provinces in present-day Turkey. In the center of the circle, at a depth of 1.5 meters, there is an eternal flame dedicated to the 1.5 million people killed during the Armenian Genocide. Tsitsernakaberd Visit Armenia

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Taxicab Drivers in Yerevan Prefer Armenian Dram

When we arrived, instead of paying him the 700 dram he asked for, I whipped out ten old Soviet rubles and handed the bill to him. At first, he seemed to think I was serious. Through the window, I saw some police standing in front of a tour bus as he said “no good” and looked back at me and handed me the bill. I acted puzzled before giving him 1,000 dram. Once he knew he was going to get paid, he started laughing and then waived the police over. Although an interaction with police in a foreign country may be scary to many, the mood was way too lighthearted to incite fear. Although the dialogue between the officers and the cab driver was indecipherable, one of the policemen who looked as if he hadn’t missed too many days at the gym waived for me to show him something. Assuming he wasn’t asking for my passport, I showed him the ten rubles. Both officers had a 30-second laugh before handing back the money. I remember wishing that I could speak to them, but Yerevan is not used to getting many tourists. In fact, Yerevan is within a day’s drive from both Turkey and Azerbaijan, but neither border is open.

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Trying to pay a taxi cab driver in #Yerevan Visit Armenia with rubles from the old Soviet Union. Look at his air freshener. Tourism in ARMENIA السياحة في أرمينيا

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Trying to pay a taxi cab driver in #Yerevan Visit Armenia with rubles from the old Soviet Union. He prefers Armenian dram!

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Armenia in the Soviet Union

After touring the somber genocide museum, I needed a ride back down into the city. I couldn’t resist trying my luck again. My next cab driver had a similar appearance to the last, but this time, there was a Brazilian soccer air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror. This driver had a similar build, with salt and pepper hair and was also trying to converse during the whole trip. When I tried to pay him with the old rubles at the end of the ride, he burst into laughter behind his dark shades. Later on that evening, I took a walking tour of the city. My guide explained that Armenia was eager to join the Soviet Union in exchange for protection against Turkey. Like the two cab drivers, my guide was lighthearted and had an obvious sense of humor, never taking himself too seriously.

Tbilisi, Georgia

Another sunny day in another sunny Caucasian capital. Georgia gave the world Joseph Stalin as well as wine; depending on who you ask. After visiting the Museum of Soviet Occupation in Tbilisi, I took a leisurely stroll through the old city. I had been disappointed with the lack of fresh-squeezed juices available when I came across a middle-aged, gray-haired woman, selling fresh squeezed orange juice. The price was ten lari. In the 60 or so seconds since I placed my order and watched her squeeze the orange juice into a paper cup, she did not crack a smile. But after a visit to Yerevan, even my fellow North Americans may seem unfriendly.  When she opened her withered hands to show me all ten of her fingers, I handed her ten old Soviet rubles. She stared at the note like I had just handed her a piece of trash that I was too lazy to dispose of myself. After a brief examination, she handed it back, pulled 10 lari out of her purse to show me what she wanted. After I obliged, she broke into a slight grin and shook her head.

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Georgia as a Soviet Republic

Before departing for Baku, I took a free city tour of Tbilisi. The young, bearded, hippy-looking guide was too young to recall Soviet times, but interestingly enough, did mention that Stalin was not considered a hero outside of his hometown of Gori. For three hours, he showed us his city and focused mostly on history before and after Georgia’s years as a Soviet Republic. The message seemed clear: the Soviet occupation was a dark period in Georgian history.

Baku, Azerbaijan

My tour of the Caucuses ended in Baku. Visiting the Azerbaijani capital was the most complicated part of the trip. I had to get a visa and could not enter through Armenia since the border has been closed since 1988. In fact, the two countries are still technically at war.

Pranksters Aren’t Welcome in Baku

Upon arrival in Baku, the results of the recent oil boom were apparent. It seemed to be a city with something to prove to the world. With the somewhat artificial-feeling waterfront along the Caspian Sea and more skyscrapers than I saw in the previous week I spent in Armenia and Georgia, Baku seemed eager to leave its Soviet past behind. Besides a construction boom, two things stood out: the lack of smiles and an intense police presence. The few Americans I met who visited Russia during Soviet times all had one common observation: nobody smiles. One can even observe that by spending an afternoon in Brooklyn’s Brighton Beach. Baku felt like the kind of place where pranksters aren’t welcome. In fact, the day I arrived, I took a short video of a metro train arriving and three police officers quickly approached me and made me remove the photo.

The Flame Towers in Baku

The tourist in me had to ride the funicular up to the Flame Towers before I did anything else. When I stood in line to board the funicular, it seemed like the first time tourists may have outnumbered locals in Baku. As I approached the balding, middle-aged attendant in his black pants and light blue button down, uniform shirt, I noticed that his lips remained sealed like The Go-Gos. I handed him the ten old Soviet rubles and his lips remained sealed while he motioned “no” with his index finger. Another guy not in the mood for jokes. I tried my luck one more time when I had to take a taxi back down to the city center. Again, no laughs, just a driver who wanted to get paid and get on with it.

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Azerbaijan as a Soviet Republic

The next day, I took a free walking tour and was informed of the Soviet invasion on April 28, 1920, as well as the massacre by Soviet troops in January 1990.

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Less than two weeks ago, I arrived in #baku Azerbaijan Tourism for the first time. I had some old Soviet rubles and decided to see if taxi drivers were still accepting them. No luck with this guy!

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I Took My Soviet Rubles Back to America

In summary, there were two extreme reactions to my attempting to pay for goods and services with old Soviet rubles. The Armenians reacted with lightheartedness and a sense of laughing with me rather than at me. Conversely, the Azerbaijani’s found no humor in my attempt to gauge their feelings about their Soviet past. The Georgians relationship with their old Soviet overlords was much more complex, given that Stalin came from Gori and one of the main roads there bears his name. However, outside of Gori, Georgians saw no need to glorify their years as a Soviet Republic. Between Georgia’s attempts to join the European Union, the cheerful optimism of the Armenians and Baku being touted as the next Dubai, the three former Soviet Republics known as the caucuses are looking forward rather than to the past.

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