Lifestory (Jan 22, 2014)
Briefly. Metro Walk. 1 February 2014. Moscow. Description. Analysis. Photos (mine).
On a cold winter day (actually, at the very beginning of the last winter month) we decided to check out the new station of the Moscow Subway.
In contrast to Zhulebino, for instance, there was no media ballyhoo around this one.
It is largely due to the fact that the station is just a small (almost formalistic) stump of the yellow line.
The line is served by only one train on it, in ‘shuttle mode’.
Which means, only one track is used, and the train is just whisking to and fro.
The second reason is that the station is now a bit underestimated.
It’s not regarded as a necessary transportation hub.
You will be able to judge on your own: the station halls are empty, and I managed to catch no-man moments.
Because there was nothing to catch, as a matter of fact.
The halls are almost always empty.
This small line runs between two stations – “Vistavochnaya” (light-blue line) and “Park Pobedy” (dark-blue line).
Later it should be annexed to the whole of the yellow line, now ending downtown Moscow.
Unfortunately, my own experience as an organizer whispers to me that Moscow is becoming more and more inert.
It is becoming more and more difficult to fish someone out to go somewhere and to take interest in something.
And sometimes even seriously mediatized events (I mean truly cultural events, not Christmas markets or skating rinks) are extremely lucky when they get 30-50 visitors.
And it’s for the city of some 15 million people.
Many explain it by perpetual ‘business’ and ‘tiredness’, especially ‘after a hard week’s work’.
Frankly: at the weekends, they mostly prefer stretching on sofas like fur seals doing nothing.
Not talking about ‘going out’ on a nice week-day evening.
Moscow is nowadays non-Muscovite up to 90%.
People come here very often just to ‘rake in the the dough’, without taking any particular interest in what is happening around them.
Sometimes they are helpless in answering the simplest question ‘How do I get to?’
This is twice as ridiculous, when you stop and ask for directions someone living on the block.
But as long as there are people who are interested in ‘what’s new’, we’ll be able to jump onto a train and be off.
Here we are on our way to the spot.
Milena and Dima are discussing something, if my memory does not deceive me, there were some student souvenirs.
I was also recollecting the moment when I started teaching logics at university, and someone asked me:
-Are ‘logics’ and ‘logistics’ related?
I heard the word ‘logistics’ for the first time ever and replied naively:
-Probably. The root is the same. Should be, somehow.
-Oh, our company needs help with logistics, maybe you could consult us.
-Oh, may be.
Imagine my face when I opened the dictionary at home.
Markets of various types, styles and sizes are gaining popularuty.
The most fashionable malls finally (oh yes, finally, because they kept rejecting such events with ardent perseverance) realized one small truth.
If from time to time you welcome handicraft bazaars (or anything of the sort), people will come here for the sake of this bazaar only, but…
…but they may as well take a walk along other window-shops.
So, this time this small bazaar (may be, serving as a ‘test event’), with various merchandise scattered here and there, offered to its visitors loads of stuff.
Mostly handmade and artistic.
Nepal singing bowls. Sophisticated plates and cups. Creams. Whatever.
This bazaar was an unexpected, but quite a pleasant incorporation into our main program.
We got back to the major destination, though.
Frankly, this CAPS LOCK ON THE UNDERGROUND IS ALREADY GETTING ON MY NERVES.
And secondly, we still have no Latin scipt.
And it is very weird and unusual to see finally Fili (light-blue) and Kalinin (yellow) lines cross.
We’ve been waiting for this moment since 1991.
The station can not boast of lavish decoration.
It’s also very chary of design, actually, for I felt discomfort among these Terry Guilliam style colums.
I don’t know why, but they made me think of his ‘Brazil’ right away.
Or probably Star Wars.
Still THIS CAPS LOCK GETS ME BACK TO THE BRILLIANT SOVIET TIMES.
Come back for more.