Funny thing about how clean Russia is. Moscow has a spotless city center, and anywhere important is super clean. But as soon as you step outside the usual areas, it’s suddenly back to failed-state chique, with random crap just dumped outside of direct view and slowly spilling over.
I can also attest that it’s true, it’s just the reverse of the Russian situation. Instead of 20% functional and 80% shit, I lived in the 20% that’s shit instead of the 80% that’s functional. Getting out was priority #1 to me.
We… probably should do something about it.
One of the more disturbing incidents of my life was making a delivery with a friend to some private hunting cabin deep in Appalachia, and I mean, we’re already IN Appalachia, so, DEEP. And we drove past, in the deep woods, the most awful, dilapidated shacks and decaying trailers. God, they were fucking piecemeal, and yet, very clearly still lived in. I remember being disturbed as we drove up to the steel and barbed wire fence on the road and getting buzzed in the last mile or so to the cabin, and getting there, and it was just this… villa. Like, you walk in and it’s got a fucking chandelier. It’s not a ‘cabin’ except in the loosest sense. They had private catering, a massive area of woodlands reserved for them, all of that.
I found the proximity… unnerving. Like a rich man eating caviar next to a starving beggar.
Funny thing about how clean Russia is. Moscow has a spotless city center, and anywhere important is super clean. But as soon as you step outside the usual areas, it’s suddenly back to failed-state chique, with random crap just dumped outside of direct view and slowly spilling over.
Ever visited underserved areas of the USA? We’re talking furniture dumped in barely wooded areas.
You can call them rurals
They can’t hear you here, they’re all on Facebook
Lol’d. I’ve seen it in sparsely wooded areas outside that serves as green space, in midsized cities as well, but yes, mostly rural/small towns.
Hey now, I can hear!
I can also attest that it’s true, it’s just the reverse of the Russian situation. Instead of 20% functional and 80% shit, I lived in the 20% that’s shit instead of the 80% that’s functional. Getting out was priority #1 to me.
We… probably should do something about it.
One of the more disturbing incidents of my life was making a delivery with a friend to some private hunting cabin deep in Appalachia, and I mean, we’re already IN Appalachia, so, DEEP. And we drove past, in the deep woods, the most awful, dilapidated shacks and decaying trailers. God, they were fucking piecemeal, and yet, very clearly still lived in. I remember being disturbed as we drove up to the steel and barbed wire fence on the road and getting buzzed in the last mile or so to the cabin, and getting there, and it was just this… villa. Like, you walk in and it’s got a fucking chandelier. It’s not a ‘cabin’ except in the loosest sense. They had private catering, a massive area of woodlands reserved for them, all of that.
I found the proximity… unnerving. Like a rich man eating caviar next to a starving beggar.