Friday, January 27, 2006

A Discomforting Graph

Thanks to Alexandru Culiuc of culiuc.com for finding my site and leaving a comment. I followed the link to his own blog and it kept me interested for hours. Alexandru is a native Moldovan who has lived in American through the U.S. FLEX program that allows high school students from former soviet republics to attend a year at an American high school. He is now studying economics at Harvard. The site is
entirely in Romanian, so apart from his interesting amateur photography, you non-Romanian speakers are out of luck. However, one entry that I found particularly pertinent to share with you was a bit of economic analysis from Sandu. I have translated it and added it to my blog below. Be sure to check out the rest of his site at culiuc.com.

A Discomforting Graph

Look at any economic report that looks at the Republic of Moldova —
they are all full of graphs, tables and charts. But there is one graph that you will very rarely find and that many would like to ignore.

The graph below shows the real GDPs (adjusted for inflation) of 14
republics in comparison to their level in 1990, which was adjusted to
1. Moldova's performance is shown in blue, and the rest of the
countries are grouped in regions.

From the graph, we see that the size of Moldova's economy represents only 48% of its level in 1990; that is, the cumulative decline of Moldova's GDP over the course of 15 years constituted 52%. We observe that Moldova has registered the most deplorable economic performance out of all the former soviet republics. Latvia recorded the largest cumulative growth — 55% in comparison to its 1990 level. In 2005, nine of 14 republics are, in real terms, more affluent than in 1990.

Evolution of real GDP of former soviet republics. 1990=1

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Source: Economist Inteligence Unit Data Service

I think it's redundant to explain why this graph is so rarely seen in economic reports (and is completely absent from official publications). Many reasons exist as to why Moldova found itself at the bottom of the list — the loss of Transnistria, the population exodus, extremely poor governance in the early transition years, etc.
Explanations exist for the relatively high performance of the Baltic
states — a relatively modern industry, low levels of corruption, etc. Turkmenistan discovered oil, which explains the breathtaking growth beginning in 1997. The Caucases also had inter- and intra- state conflicts in the beginning of the 90s. In other words, all the republics are characterized by certain individual factors which have determined the evolution of their respective economies. However, as far as I know, no one has tried to approach the economic dynamics of the foreign republics as a group.

Are there any systemic factors which explain the differences in performance among the former republics of the USSR?

I plan to soon publish two or three articles in which I will propose and test several hypotheses which try to answer this question. These
hypotheses are united in one common theme: size matters.

[1] Kyrgyzstan is excluded because data is missing for 1990.

5th Grade Journals

The problem with my journal assignment for the fifth grade is that after three years of "learning" English, they shouldВ know the basic verbs such as to be, to have, to eat, to walk, to read, to write, to work, etc., but they don't. Instead, they are surprised as all hell when I use a word on the board for the 63rd time. Thus, their ability to form cogent sentences is somewhat limited. This is the class that I can teach the concept of 'sВ for 90 minutes over the course of two days, write 's on the hands of half of my students,В give them a homework assignment with it, and not have a single student come back with the homework done correctly. How these students can possibly turn into the anything resembling the semi-competent sixth graders that I inherited, I have no idea. That being said, a few interesting sentences, some of them obviously copied with absolutely no idea of their meaning:

Elevei ii place English.

Moi sistra are ninten.

Invatatorul de English is Mistra Pita.

Doinita are un brother.

My sister works at a joint venture.

We are five in the famili. Father, monter my sitra my brother and me.

My sistra is mad of her knittnig.

I am o cioclati.

I've also packed my cotton shorts.

Doll the dress orange, is hat too.

I locve's piknic ciocolata.

My bes regards to wear ties, too.

And my personal favorite of the day,

Give me e paing kiler plase.

I couldn't have said it better myself.


O saptamana?! Este tot care aveti, Dumnezeu?!

Well, the worst of winter appears to be over. After a week of below-zero (Fahrenheit) temperatures, things are warming up in Moldova. My host uncle told me that this week was the coldest it's been in Moldova since 1963. What comes to my mind first is the early-90s clip of a young Drew Carey spraying an aerosol can in the air in his stand-up act so that global warming would hurry up. I might have thought to try that in my classroom; it was 8Вє C (46Вє F) the other day, measuring the wall farthest from the windows.

Most schools in the country declared at least one day off for students younger than fifth grade, and many other schools' heating systems broke down, resulting in the school being closed for a couple days or the entire week. My school cancelled two days of classes for the younger students, has had several days of 30-minute classes instead of the regular 45-minute sessions, and might also cancel classes Friday if the motor for the heating system isn't replaced in time.В 

It has been entertaining to hear from volunteers who have never lived north of the Mason-Dixon Line or east of Las Vegas talk about the cold. For any aspiring volunteers reading this blog, a bit of advice: It's all about the layers.

For an example of how to wear layers, look at what I wore inside the classroom on my most heavily clothed day. I wore a long underwear thermal shirt (thanks Aunt Jane), a corduroy shirt, a thermal fleece (thanks again, Aunt Jane), a collared sweatshirt, my winter storm jacket, long underwear bottoms, jeans, thick cotton-wool socks, my new Moldovan black leather fur-lined boots, a winter hat (thanks Mom) and thick Thinsulate gloves (I'm going to get in trouble for not remembering who those came from). Any time that you need 39 words (even without thanks) to describe what you wear inside, you know it's cold.

But honestly, the week of cold hasn't been too bad. Remembering my not-so-distant past in Boston, I had a couple winters in the Northeast colder than in Moldova. For three of my four years in Boston, I had longer walks to classes or work than the five-minute walk I have to the school, and the wind in Moldova doesn't threaten to take your face off like in Boston. Granted, I never walked for more than a half-hour anwhere this week and I stayed inside my village, therefore notВ necessitating any hour-long waits for a rutiera. But I can proudly say that, having battle-hardened myself in Boston, I never took any of the many opportunities to complain about the weather, even though the Moldovans around me often did.

Moldovans, in fact, often wanted to know how cold it gets "la voi," a generic term basically meaning "where y'all come from". I quickly worked up a stock speech saying that in a country almost as large as Russia, you have to talk about different states when you describe the weather. In California, where my parents live, it rarely gets below 5Вє C, but where I lived for college, it often gets colder than this week's weather in Moldova. This was enough of an explanation for most Moldovans, and I didn't have to bring up the Doppler radar.

The cold has had one positive effect; the pond in Mereseni is now solid ice. I took the opportunity to walk on it for about a half-hour on Wednesday. Sadly the snow that came with the cold had piled up as much as six inches on top of the ice, making it impossible to ice skate without a large amount of preemptive shoveling (it's better this way, since I won't be tempted to buy new skates). I couldn't get my host sister to venture onto the ice with me, but it was nevertheless a near-religious experience to stand on natural ice. It makes me want to live even further north than Chicago when I come back to the States.

Although I like to usually keep my Romanian headlines an inside joke for the Romanian-speaking volunteers and any native speakers who come across the site, I'm taking too much pride in the defiance of my title for this entry. O saptamana?! Este tot care aveti, Dumnezeu?!В means, "One week?! Is that all you've got, God?!"

I'm sure He'll smite me with a February blizzard, but until then, Moldova weather's got nothing on Boston.

Monday, January 23, 2006

Student Journal Examples

For the new semester, every student in all of my classes is assigned to write at least three sentences a day in their own personal journal. They can write about anything they want. The only rule I have is that they write something. I collected the journals of three classes today, and I want to show you the difference in writing quality, even just inside the same section of the sixth grade. So we can end on a positive note, here are excerpts from the weaker of two student submissions.

17 Januarie
myself to play with friend she milet mai bine mathe and fathe to play by mine and may bpothe

18 Januare
aunt my folk are form at home a bull, a hen, a rooster, goose, goot to other she may much oneself to occupy he they

19 Janyary
Bpother es student Mather also father no to proces I am stydent. Family my is mika in foif person. Bpother litle is we live hard sumpathetic.

22 Januari
have two cow with to eat herb maize, straw, haw and straw also wheat on they Mathe has to milc the cows we to hawe much milky

You can see why as soon as I read this, I went to the computer to type it up; I need a few readings to comprehend how to correct it. In case you're wondering, the mix-ups between P's and R's and between Y's and U's is based on confusion with the Cyrillic alphabet. This is a common mistake for weaker students who go into generic "foreign language mode" and mix English with Russian. I might do that too, if I had to study two foreign languages, both for too little time each week, starting in fifth grade. On to the other example for the day, from a girl in the same class:

17.1.2006 - Tuesday
I today red one book. She be very intersting. This book be about two girls. One girl is fine and athes is malignant. At to school I receive note 9 and 10. In this today I be very happy.

20.1.2006 - Friday
I and Nicu need new clothes. We are going to the children's shop to buy some. Nicu wants a new jacket. He tries one on. I hasn't got a blazer. I wants one.

21.1.2006 - Sunday
Bucharest is the capital of Romania. It is large and beautiful town. It has many new blocks of flats, wide streets and large park and gardens.

22.1.2006 -
Lunch
The children are very hungry when they come back from school. For lunch they have fish or meat and vegetables. Then they have fruit or pudding or a piece of cake.

That range exists just in the sixth grade. The range is actually even more severe, since there are students who haven't written anything. The girl who gave the first example above will get a good grade for at least putting forth an effort every day.

[After writing this original entry, I had aВ dilemma with a seventh-grade girl's diary. She had bought a Barbie diary with one of those cheap "locks" on the side. I had the keys, but accidentally slipped them inside the diary. The diary clasped shut, leaving the keys sandwiched between the pages. My mind flashed back to my childhood, occasionally trying to pry into my sister's diary. It was childish what I was about to do, but I had no choice. And so I, at the age of 22, sat at my desk in Moldova and used two pen tips to "pick" the lock of my student's diary. I guess not much has changed, except now I'm the authority figure and I'm still trying to open up girls' diaries. And if you're wondering, Yes, I succeeded.]

Torture and Me

At dinner this evening, my host mother and I were watching the news on Romanian state television. Midway through the news, there was a report on the latest American soldier to be convicted of detainee abuse. The short report discussed the means of torture and abuse that soldiers were—and mostly still are—using in Iraq. It also showed the infamous pictures of Lynndie England holding a prisoner on a leash, the hooded prisoner with cables attached to his body and other evidence of misshapen military policy.

It stings most Americans to see these pictures, but to fully understand the shame, you must live in a foreign country and be the only American that many people will meet in their lifetimes. When the report came on, IВ subconsciouslyВ slouched and bent my head down, averting my eyes at various times and sighing, perhaps to show my host mom that I too was offended by the pictures. I couldn't talk, and I'm glad I couldn't, because in hindsight, I wanted Maria to watch and understand the entire report.

When it was over, I turned to Maria and asked her if it was hard for her to talk with an American every day and then see on the news what other Americans do. Her one word answer:

"Da."

Este Ger! Nu Stati Afara!

When I found out about Moldova about 10 months ago, I looked up the weather. Basically, the winters are slightly milder than in Boston. No problem, I thought. Well, it becomes a problem when you account for Moldova's lack of adequate heating. Last week was particularly frig, and I have quickly gotten accustomed to wearing four layers, gloves and a hat in the classroom. Things won't improve any time soon; a preview of the days to come, courtesy of AccuWeather.com:

Monday, January 23 (Happy Birthday, Claire!)
Day: Mostly cloudy and bitterly cold. High 5Вє F. RealFeel (Combining temperature, wind and humidity): -4Вє F.
Night: Breezy in the evening; otherwise, partly cloudy and frigid. Low 0Вє F. RealFeel -20Вє F.

Tuesday, January 24
Day: Periods of clouds and sun. High 11Вє F. RealFeel 3Вє F.
Night: Partly cloudy and bitterly cold. Low 4Вє F. Real Feel 4Вє F.

Wednesday, January 25
Day: Partly sunny and frigid. High 15Вє F. RealFeel 18Вє F.
Night: Partly cloudy and frigid. Low 14Вє F. RealFeel 11Вє F.

Thursday, January 26
Day: Very cold with times of clouds and sun. High 23Вє F. RealFeel 27Вє F.
Night: Mostly cloudy and cold. Low 18ВєF. RealFeel 15Вє F.

Based on this forecast, I have picked Wednesday as the day that I can finally go to the county hub to do some shopping. I figure once the wind chill is back in the double digits, I can finally wait 30 minutes on the side of the road for a rutieraВ without losing any digits. That said, HUGE PROPS (and this from someone who hates overuse of capital letters) to Mereseni's two visitors from this weekend, for being brave enough (recklessly insane enough?) to battle their way through Moldovan weather and transportation.

So do any of you Americans want to visit Moldova for Christmas 2006?

Monday, January 16, 2006

The First, but Definitely Not the Last, Request for Your Money

I'llВ let the official statement below do most of the talking, but please know that I have both a boys and girls team in this Moldovan Peace Corps Basketball League. For those of you who have been waiting for a way to help me from the States (or just now realized that you have had that latent desire deep within you), now is your time.

Moldovan Basketball League Project

The basketball program in Moldova was founded two years ago by a Peace Corps volunteer whose male students were interested in basketball but who lacked the resources and skills to participate in the national league. Last year, girls across Moldova asked to participate as well so another league was added. Games were then planned so that boys' and girls' teams could support one another and travel together to play other boys' and girls' teams at the same location. Over the past two years, surrounding communities have become quite attached to the league, actively seeking permission to participate and freely donating their time and money to the cause.В 

This year, the community would like to continue running both leagues with the support of a newfound partner, Federatie Baschet Moldovei. The community is requesting Partnership assistance to fund the preparation and execution of a four-week basketball season ending in a final championship tournament for Moldovan boys teamsВ and girls between 8th and 12th grades who otherwise lack the means to participate in organized basketball. These funds will be used to transport the Moldovan youth to and from the basketball games. This year 24 boys' teams and 18 girls' teams have signed up to participate.В The communities will provide the use of gymnasiums for practices and games, basketball coaches, sports equipment, snacks for the participants, and a league entry fee. Donations can be made online or over the phone.В 

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To donate by phone, call 1-800-424-8580 ext. 2170 Monday through Friday, 8 am-5В pm EST. The project number is 261-132.


or...


2. click on "Donate Now" on the left side of the screen

3. under "Regions" click on "Eastern Europe and Central Asia"В 

4. scroll downВ and click onВ "Moldova - Moldovan Basketball League"
Thank you for your help!

When Living in the Middle of Nowhere has its Benefits, and Other Information

With everyone unnerved this month by the increased threat from Iran,
it's nice to be somewhere that no one would ever think to attack. I'm
not convinced that the Americans even had Chisinau or any of the
other "major" Moldovan cities targeted during the Cold War. So don't
worry about me when Israel gets nuked. Even if the End of Days comes—
several religions have mythologies about it, so it must be true!—I
highly doubt that the forces of good and evil would choose Moldova as
an important battle ground.

I discovered not 30 minutes ago that my English teacher counterpart
has found this web site. I have no idea how often she reads it. I'm
glad I haven't said anything bad about her.

In the audio/visual field, I have posted links to new photos on the
right sidebar. For 2006, I have switched to Flickr.com; for photo-sharing, which has a more
extensive Macintosh toolkit than the sad-sack third-party solution
used by Webshots.com. The new
photos are from my Christmas vacation through Romania and Budapest.

Also in audio/visual news and also on the right sidebar are links to
Moldova, Volumes One and Two, the two short films I have made
so far in Moldova. I will warn you that Volume One can be hard
for vegetarians to watch, but it comes with the Pete in Moldova
Productions Seal of Approval, so you know it's calitate pura—
this is most likely a poor translation of "pure quality", but since
the definition of "quality" is so up in the air, anyway, does it
really matter?

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Zilele Scolii

For anyone wondering, yes, I'm fully aware that my last post was longer than 98% of the papers I wrote for college.

The last couple days have been spent celebrating the three days of Orthodox Christmas, starting on January 7th. And in a perfect coincidence, at a time where the holiday dictates that you go to the houses of many relatives and your god-parents' house, snow, followed by rain, followed by freezing cold has turned every road in Moldova into ice. I bailed and slid down a 20-foot hill outside the South Bus Station in Chisinau yesterday. It was actually kind of fun, and it got me to my rutiera a little faster.

We had our first faculty meeting of the new year today. Lessons don't actually start until next Monday, and I don't know any other volunteer who was called back into work this early, but I'm not complaining. Tomorrow I'll be attending an English teacher's conference in Hincesti. Honestly, what else was I going to do with this week?

With no initiative taken on my part, an American non-governmental organization is looking for villages to give money for running water. Another English teacher who lives in Mereseni but works in Hincesti found the organization and is heading the group. I've offered my help in any way possible to my director, and they will surely need it at some point, but right now, there's a lot of community momentum behind it. I think that Mereseni has an excellent group of people in the mayor's office and in the school, and they have a real interest in improving the village. 2006 could be the year when Mereseni gets both water and natural gas. Keep your fingers crossed.

Further evidence that the higher-ups in my community have their heads on straight, my director talked to me today about the nine students in my classes who received failing grades for the first semester. She told me that there were several students who have the equivalent of B's in their other classes but failed mine. She'd like to have a small conference with me, the students, their dirigintiВ (a kind of homeroom teacher/guidance counselor that stays with a class for all their years school), and possibly the children's parents. This seems to me to be the perfect approach, and it will help the students realize that they need to work harder and that I want them to succeed. When a child fails, it's easy for him or her to simply say that the teacher has it in for them. Hopefully a discussion like this will help my failing students realize that that isn't the case. It seems so far that I'm on the same page as my director as far as this is concerned, and I'm glad I don't have to have a confrontation over something as petty as grades.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

O Vacanta Placuta (sau Probleme si Solutii in Moldova)

For the past two weeks, I have received smiles when I have asked for directions. I have spent with little regard for money. I have ridden underground city transportation systems. I have spoken English.

I have been on vacation.

My 13-day vacation through Brasov, Romania and Budapest, Hungary could not have gone better. It featured beautiful buildings, restaurants with varied cuisines, access to high-speed Internet, Hungarian bathhouses, a hike down a steep snow-covered mountain, English-language films in large movie theaters, ice skating and the greatest New Year's celebration in which I have ever partaken.

I travelled with seven other TEFL volunteers, all with connections to Mereseni; six of them trained in Mereseni over the summer and the seventh is the wife of one of those trainees. On Friday, December 23rd, we took a day off from school and left Moldova on a 13-hour night bus ride (the first bathroom break coming about seven hours into the trip) to Brasov, a spectacular skiing location and a bit of a college town in central Romania. Based on my American travels, Brasov (pronounced brash-ohv) reminds me of Boulder, Colorado, except with class, character and an atmosphere that doesn't depress me into leaving my hotel room at 1 a.m. to find a drink. We stayed at the Kismet Dao Hostel, which I thoroughly recommend for its friendly young staff, kitchen and clean facilities. Christmas dinner was at a Chinese restaurant with four other Americans and a Brit who works in the embassy in Moldova.

We took a night train on the 27th to Budapest, sweating it out in our sleeper car with the heat stuck on full blast. Not the most comfortable transportation, but we got there. Budapest immediately blew us away simply by being a real city. Chisinau is not a real city; it is an urban jungle where you go when you need to buy something you can't find in your county or you want to take a shower in the Peace Corps office. Budapest is a real city; it has attractions such as an ice-skating rink the size of a football field (my fastest lap was a minute flat), art museums, beautiful architecture and night clubs that aren't discotece. We stayed there until January 3rd, then made our way back on a pair of night trains to Bucharest and to Chisinau.

I could write on and on about my vacation, but this isn't a tourism blog. Instead, I'll ruminate on the questions that kept coming into my mind throughout vacation; How is Moldova different from more successful Eastern European countries? and What steps can Moldova take to have that same success?

The first question is easier to answer. I feel that tourism is a major contributor to the success to Romania and Hungary. Attractions like castles, baths and ski slopes—after meeting many English 20-somethings there for ski and snowboard vacations, I have concluded that Brasov is a poor man's Swiss Alps—bring money from Europe, America and Australia into the country and allow restaurants and other tourism-related industries to flourish.

Another major difference is the commitment to foreign language education. From the discussions I had with hostel staff and waiters, I gathered that schoolchildren in Romania begin a foreign language (usually English) in first grade, and have lessons four or five times a week. Compare that to Moldova, where they start in second grade and commit to only two hours a week until ninth grade, when they begin studying three hours a week, and you can mathematically deduce that Romanians have double the English experience of a Moldovan by the time they graduate high school. In modern Europe, and especially in Eastern Europe, command of the English language is a vital international job skill and is required in order to work a high-profile job in another European country.

Even in Hungary, a country whose people repeatedly described themselves to me as loathe to learn foreign languages, I had no problem speaking with nearly every waiter, Internet club worker, ice skate rental worker, and person under the age of 35 I stopped on the street. Nearly everywhere I went (with the exception of the baths), there was information written in English, even so far as translating "push" and "pull" on most doors in the city. Compare this to Chisinau, where clerks often speak only Russian, refusing to speak Romanian, the official state language. In some of the ritzier restaurants in Chisinau, you will find waiters who recognize your accent and begin speaking in English, but the overall city experience could not be described as hospitable to someone who knows neither Romanian nor Russian.

The most important difference, I feel, is the extent of not just communism, but Soviet influence in Moldova compared to Romania and Hungary. Although Romania and Hungary were satellite republics, they operated with a degree of limited autonomy from the USSR, and as far as I know, ethnicities in these countries were not forced into lower social classes by systemic Russification and deportation. Because of this, the recoveries since the 1989 revolutions have been faster, because the people have not dealt with a continued ethnic Russian presence. In Moldova, a significant portion of the population would never call themselves Moldovan. In Romania and Hungary, there is for the most part ethnic solidarity and noВ question of the national language.

Soviet satellites like Hungary and Romania also developed their own industries, in order to be self-sufficient. Inside the USSR, however, the Party told each republic what they needed to contribute to the economy. In the Baltic nations, the national emphases were on industry and technology, and the post-Soviet success of those countries is well known. In Moldova, however, the country developed mostly agriculture. The small manufacturing sector produced parts for submarines and other items that weren't of great use to the land-locked nation after 1991. The USSR set up most of its republics to fail when left individually, because a break-up was never in anyone's plans.

Seeing the difference between satellite nations and an actual Soviet republic, I have become even more enraged with communism. It is very easy to sit in an American university dorm and debate the merits of communism and conclude at the end of the conversation, "Well, communism is a good idea on paper, but the Soviets didn't do it right." God knows it was easy for me to engage in that discussion countless times. But when you actually see the damage that this political system has done to a major portion of the world's population, the theory and the college talks are thrown out the window. It is an insipid system, and I despise it to the same extent that Orwell did. What Orwell will never see are the generations, even after "The Fall," that currently remain and will remain burdened by the system, by the brainwashing, by the decades of being told what to do and when to do it. Anyone who wishes to defend communism on an academic level is welcome to visit Moldova and see its lasting effects, even 14 years after its fall. Come visit; I'll pay.

ButВ the earlier question remains; What can Moldova do to help itself?В Unfortunately, it's much easier to point to problems than to solutions.

Perhaps the fact that I visited Romania and Budapest as a tourist makes me temporarily partial to tourism revenue as a major solution for Moldova. But how else can one bring Western money into the country? The current alternative of working as illegal aliens in Western countries is certainly flawed. But what is available as a possible tourist attraction?

The closest thing Moldova has is Orheiul Vechi, or "Old Orhei". Pronounced or-HAY-ool veck, Orheiul Vechi is a settlement nestled in mountains and a river that has been home to different civilizations over the course of thousands of years. At present, it is difficult to access by public transport—read comedian (not skateboarder) Tony Hawks' description of traveling to Orheiul Vechi in his book Playing the Moldovans at Tennis. Also, tours of Orheiul Vechi are offered only in Romanian and Russian. When my training group visited Orheiul Vechi over the summer, our language teachers translated for us. Orheiul Vechi is as interesting of a spot as many castles I have seen in Europe, with a more varied history than most of them. There is an old monastery dug into the cliff-side and examples of typical Moldovan houses of hundreds of years ago (some of them not so different from the ones you see in villages nowadays). If the government made this site more accessible, gave tours in different languages and promoted it more, this could be an interesting attraction for tourists. Or maybe not. Right now, it's the closest thing this country's got.

Also in the realm of tourism, but also extending more concretely to everyday citizens, the country needs to renovate its transportation infrastructure. Chisinau, Balti and other large Moldovan cities are in sore need of an intelligible transportation system, but could it be affordable? In Chisinau, you recognize a bus stop only because there are a lot of people standing there. There are no maps telling you where a given bus or rutiera will take you. There are no leaflets with maps of the city telling you how to get to the major stores, hotels, bus and train stations or monuments. So there is need, but how much would construction of all these signs and leaflets cost? And if Chisinau is unwilling to allow the city rutiera fare to raise from 16 cents to 24, it seems that they are content with transportation as is. As I write this, I cannot once remember a Moldovan complaining about the transportation system in this country. They complain about the roads, but never the transportation system. This is mostly because in the villages, rutiere that take villagers into the city relatively quickly are a development only in the past eight years or so. Either way, it seems that Moldovans are satisfied with their transportation system, even if it's crowded and absolutely impossible for a foreigner to understand. Any changes to the system would likely be shot down as too expensive.

In a country that is as poor as Moldova, solutions need to be made not from money, but from thought processes. In this way, education reforms would be the cheapest and longest-lasting changes possible at the moment. After observing the Romanian system, I see very little standing in the way of four or five days a week of foreign language education for Moldovan students. Extended language study would allow for a more tourist-friendly Chisinau, full of people who could give directions when approached and able to work in shops.

The difficulty in finding time for more foreign language education is that Moldovan students are spread thin across 10 or more subjects a year, including study of different types of science in the same year. The study of this many subjects is not helpful, because students don't learn anything with enough depth. Over the summer, my ninth-grade students didn't know about the Big Bang Theory or the names of the nine planets in Romanian (why we were studying these concepts in English is another issue with the education system).

At present, there seems to be an aversion to education reforms. In the specific instance of the Ministry of Education and the Peace Corps' English teachers, the conversation is a one-way street. Although we could provide them with grammar corrections and other suggestions for their textbooks, we are never asked. One American professor was actually involved in textbook revisions, but when his time in Moldova was completed, the ministry changed the books back; evidently, they know English better than we do.

This instance links to Moldovans' strong sense of national pride. They love their poetry and their traditional music. This culture would be a huge key to their success if the other six billion people in the world knew what it was. To prove my point, here's a little quiz:

Name a Moldovan writer:
Too tough? Okay,В 

Name a Romanian writer:
What? You don't know about Ion Creanga (Moldovan writer, mostly of prose) or Mihai Eminescu (Romanian, mostly of poetry)? You uncultured savage. Alright, here are some easier ones:

Name a famous Moldovan or Romanian composer:
Yeah, I'm stuck too.

Name a famous Moldovan or Romanian artist:
Beats me, and I've lived here for seven months.

Name the famous Moldovan warlord, who lived from 1436 to 1504:
You mean Americans don't knowВ about Stefan cel Mare?

Name the famous Romanian warlord whom Braham Stoker fictionalized into a vampire:
I bet you got this one. And is it any wonder that "Dracula's Castle," even though it really wasn't that of Vlad III, is one of Romania's largest tourist destinations?

The fact is, during the high times of classical music and art in the 17th-19th centuries, Moldova was a subject of the Ottoman or Russian Empires. The Western World of Mozart, Chopin, Beethoven, Verdi, Liszt (Hungarian), Renoir, Van Gogh and Degas never reached Moldova and didn't influence it as in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, England and America. Just as there is little understanding of Western art in Moldova, there is little understanding of Eastern art in the West. When I travelled to Paris in high school, I was fascinated by the famous pieces on display in the Louvre. Later, when I travelled to Germany late in high school, I was drawn to the culture of Hesse and Beethoven (not to mention Rammstein and Atari Teenage Riot). What cultural figures can a Western visitor cite when visiting Romania or Moldova? I repeat: You don't know Mihai Eminescu?В Sadly, there seems to be little Moldova or Romania can do on this cultural front, barring a sudden international urge to investigate the homeland of O-Zone.

As you have probably gathered from this thinking-out-loud post, there is a lot to be done in Moldova before it can approach the level of Romania and Hungary, let alone Germany or England. Each idea I have proposed, however, takes time and money. Money is something that this country doesn't have, and in the current political situation, the money would quickly go to the powerful and not help the lower rungs in society. What Moldova does have is time. It is easy to forget that the second half of 2006 will mark only the 15th birthday of this country, meaning that nearly all the decision-makers in this country have spent more than half of their lives under the USSR. It will be one or two more generations before Moldovans have a real sense of nationalism and pride. Then more people will decide to work in Moldova rather than in Italy and Russia, because they know that by staying in their country, they are helping it grow. Qualified, talented and, most importantly, imaginative young people are right around the generational corner in this country. This country just needs time.