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The Policestation
posted Sunday, 8 August 2004
Today we went to the Peter And Paul Fortress. This was the first ground to be built upon when St.Petersburg was founded in 1703. The cathedral, with it's characteristic high peak and Belgian carillion houses the graves of all (but two obscure) czars and czarinas.
When we left, a quick pickpocket took our friends digicam! Damn... Well, to be honest, he was more bothered by the fact he lost the pictures than the camera, because he was insured (of course). However, for an insurance you need to file a report with the police. In Russia. Riiiiight...
Well. On we went. We asked some militiamen for directions to the nearest policestation. After searching around for a little while we came to this impressive grey Soviet-style 12-story building with the Russian flag waving proudly above the Soviet-crested heavy double door. Upon walking towards it, we noticed a crummy-looking piece of paper on the door, saying "Entrance through the back". This was starting hopefull.
We walked through an archway beside the building and came to a small plaza, with decrepit police cars all around. One of them was just unloading a number of detainees through one of the openings (to say doors would've been too flattering) that surrounded the plaza, so, figuring that was the entrance, we wanted to walk in there as well. We were stopped by an ancient crone telling us that that "was definitely NOT were we wanted to go". She kindly directed us to another door with an extremely boredlooking militia (with a loaded AK-47, nice combo) in front of it.
He let us through, but when we stepped in, we found ourselves in one giant building site... riiiiight... "upstairs", "thanks".
So we started walking up the stairway. Aside from the three men and the crone we had seen below, the entire building seemed completely desolated. First floor. Nothing AT ALL. Second floor. Nothing AT ALL. Third floor. Finally two chattering women come down from the fourth, so we asked "where" the police station was. We were in luck (we probably would've ended up on the top floor otherwise) they told us it was just down the hall.
The hall. Wat an understatement. The Hall
When we left, a quick pickpocket took our friends digicam! Damn... Well, to be honest, he was more bothered by the fact he lost the pictures than the camera, because he was insured (of course). However, for an insurance you need to file a report with the police. In Russia. Riiiiight...
Well. On we went. We asked some militiamen for directions to the nearest policestation. After searching around for a little while we came to this impressive grey Soviet-style 12-story building with the Russian flag waving proudly above the Soviet-crested heavy double door. Upon walking towards it, we noticed a crummy-looking piece of paper on the door, saying "Entrance through the back". This was starting hopefull.
We walked through an archway beside the building and came to a small plaza, with decrepit police cars all around. One of them was just unloading a number of detainees through one of the openings (to say doors would've been too flattering) that surrounded the plaza, so, figuring that was the entrance, we wanted to walk in there as well. We were stopped by an ancient crone telling us that that "was definitely NOT were we wanted to go". She kindly directed us to another door with an extremely boredlooking militia (with a loaded AK-47, nice combo) in front of it.
He let us through, but when we stepped in, we found ourselves in one giant building site... riiiiight... "upstairs", "thanks".
So we started walking up the stairway. Aside from the three men and the crone we had seen below, the entire building seemed completely desolated. First floor. Nothing AT ALL. Second floor. Nothing AT ALL. Third floor. Finally two chattering women come down from the fourth, so we asked "where" the police station was. We were in luck (we probably would've ended up on the top floor otherwise) they told us it was just down the hall.
The hall. Wat an understatement. The Hall
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