Крестах
Super weekend, not quite as planned but wonderful and interesting in quite other ways...
Vivi and I took the Metro to Финляндского вокзала and were greeted yet again by a spotless sky and warm weather. We had some small doubts that the "Prison Museum" might not really work out as it says on the Internet, but decided to give it a go anyway. Upon arrival in front of the building, we just followed some people with big plastic bags, and obviously just happened to drop in during visiting hours. We decided to lay low a bit and try not to look to conspicuous, but of course again we must have stuck out like sore thumbs. There was nobody at the numerous reception desks, but a friendly woman told us they would open so, so we just hung around at the reception hall. The visitors stoically started unpacking all the contents of their plastic bags - loads of cigarettes, food, t-shirts, onions, chocolate, coffee, tea... and not just unpacked them but took everything out of the original packages and put it all into transparent littel plastic bags. First, Vivi thought it was just people selling stuff - but then we realized that they would have to hand in everything to be checked before being handed out to the inmates.
When the desks opened, we let the visitors queue first, waiting until one was free, then asked about the museum, which seems to be closed. Pity, especially as we wanted to see the tattoo gallery and other art produced by the inmates. Vivi asked her teacher to find out if a guided tour to the prison museum can be arranged. I must say that the experience of actually seeing visitors preparing their Sunday visit was way more interesting to me - especially as I worked in a Swiss prison years ago, and in some ways the atmosphere was very different, in other ways not that much.
And another link, though considering what might go on inside, they may romanticize: Крестах
Крестах
Super weekend, not quite as planned but wonderful and interesting in quite other ways...
Vivi and I took the Metro to Финляндского вокзала and were greeted yet again by a spotless sky and warm weather. We had some small doubts that the "Prison Museum" might not really work out as it says on the Internet, but decided to give it a go anyway. Upon arrival in front of the building, we just followed some people with big plastic bags, and obviously just happened to drop in during visiting hours. We decided to lay low a bit and try not to look to conspicuous, but of course again we must have stuck out like sore thumbs. There was nobody at the numerous reception desks, but a friendly woman told us they would open so, so we just hung around at the reception hall. The visitors stoically started unpacking all the contents of their plastic bags - loads of cigarettes, food, t-shirts, onions, chocolate, coffee, tea... and not just unpacked them but took everything out of the original packages and put it all into transparent littel plastic bags. First, Vivi thought it was just people selling stuff - but then we realized that they would have to hand in everything to be checked before being handed out to the inmates.
When the desks opened, we let the visitors queue first, waiting until one was free, then asked about the museum, which seems to be closed. Pity, especially as we wanted to see the tattoo gallery and other art produced by the inmates. Vivi asked her teacher to find out if a guided tour to the prison museum can be arranged. I must say that the experience of actually seeing visitors preparing their Sunday visit was way more interesting to me - especially as I worked in a Swiss prison years ago, and in some ways the atmosphere was very different, in other ways not that much.
And another link, though considering what might go on inside, they may romanticize: Крестах
Крестах
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