Inside the Building That's Calling Itself the People's Republic of Donetsk
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The most heard question was why on earth I would be trying to get into the Eastblock when everybody else was trying to get out.
> Entering Moldova is easy if you're a US citizen; the visa is granted upon entry, with no fee.
> Entering Transnistria is trickier...
> You need to fill out a customs form, either at the "border" (a buffer zone which includes Russian "peacekeepers") or in advance if you know someone who has a stack of empty forms.
> Then you'll submit the customs form to the guards at the border and be subjected to questioning and possibly a bribe demand. If you do everything right, you'll be allowed to enter. A portion of the customs form will be teared off, stamped, and given to you to hold.
> (In my case, I was traveling with someone affiliated with the local football (soccer) team. He convinced the border guards that I'm an American player being tried out for the local team, which got us through the border with relative ease. It helped that I was wearing aforementioned Adidas track pants and have the physical build of a football player. It did not help that I was not told about this plan ahead of time, but thankfully they only questioned him and not me.)
> The clock is now ticking, because this stamp is only good for 24 hours. If you intend to stay overnight (>24 hrs), you need to find the "Ministry of Interior" and go through another round of questioning and paperwork (and again, possible bribe demands) before receiving a multi-day stamp. Oh, and this "Ministry of Interior" is actually just a police booth somewhere deep inside in Tiraspol (the capitol), next to several abandoned factories, crumbling homes, and roaming chickens. Good luck finding it.
> Getting out is just as, uh, fun.
It worked: Many people thought I was Russian, not American.
Entering Transnistria is trickier...
You need to fill out a customs form, either at the "border" (a buffer zone which includes Russian "peacekeepers") or in advance if you know someone who has a stack of empty forms.
Then you'll submit the customs form to the guards at the border and be subjected to questioning and possibly a bribe demand. If you do everything right, you'll be allowed to enter. A portion of the customs form will be teared off, stamped, and given to you to hold.
(In my case, I was traveling with someone affiliated with the local football (soccer) team. He convinced the border guards that I'm an American player being tried out for the local team, which got us through the border with relative ease. It helped that I was wearing aforementioned Adidas track pants and have the physical build of a football player. It did not help that I was not told about this plan ahead of time, but thankfully they only questioned him and not me.)
The clock is now ticking, because this stamp is only good for 24 hours. If you intend to stay overnight (>24 hrs), you need to find the "Ministry of Interior" and go through another round of questioning and paperwork (and again, possible bribe demands) before receiving a multi-day stamp.
Oh, and this "Ministry of Interior" is actually just a police booth somewhere deep inside in Tiraspol (the capitol), next to several abandoned factories, crumbling homes, and roaming chickens. Good luck finding it.
Getting out is just as, uh, fun.
Isn't there an actual real-life game where someone is sent from person to person to get help, eventually landing back at the first person?
And I'll agree this quote seems pulled right out of Papers, Please
>“No, a letter isn’t good enough anymore. It was fine last week, but the guys on the tenth floor”—the security team’s floor, which is known as the NKVD—“said you have to have a press card.”
One big building (castle) plus a few semi-autonomous groups of warriors.
UPD: News that we get from Donbass frighteningly remind Game of Thrones.
It sure seemes a lot bigger in the wikipedia page.
Something along the lines of "See, the pro-Russian Ukrainian separatist movement is only one building..."
Even staying away from actual NLP analysis of the article or talk page, having a view of the dynamics of the construction of the article would be quite interesting.
...I couldn't seem to find the right room. None of them had
the number designated on my pass. First I wound up at the
Department of Verification, then the Department of
Misinformation, then some clerk from the Pressure Section advised
me to try level eight, but on level eight they ignored me,
and later I got stuck in a crowd of military personnel -- the
corridors rang with their vigorous marching back and forth,
the slamming of doors, the clicking of heelsThe title is way miss-leading and should have said 11-story building "Trying to become" ...
Closer to the original articles title!