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15 September 2015 • Travel time: with 06 august 2015 on 10 august 2015
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view from Adele

Three Crowns Restaurant

Inside Adele's apartment

We entered the Old City to the sound of thunderous drumming. It was provided by the wheels of a suitcase and the cobblestones of old, medieval streets. Hearing this from a mile away, as if hearing a herald, the employees of the Three Crowns Hotel must have rushed to prepare the best, royal suite for distinguished guests. And the most friendly smiling administrator helpfully opened the arms of the hotel to us. Where we comfortably placed the caravan of our property on …. . eight meters of square. This includes the restroom. Probably the number was designed by a yachtsman. Everything is very ergonomic. There was also a hanger with a cabinet at the entrance, a table with a TV, a large bed. Everything in the bathroom is very clean and tidy. No complaints.


Especially in view of the fact that the payment for the room is eight thousand for two nights, including breakfast in the knight's hall. Three nights would be nine thousand. But we did not waste time on trifles and simply, after two nights, we took one more night in another hotel for the price of the previous two. There are no complaints about the breakfast. The hotel restaurant is hung with paintings and knightly belongings. I mean swords, shields and helmets. Helmets straight from the old Alexander Nevsky movie. So realistic that I wanted to check if someone's head was stuck in the helmet. The staff speaks Russian. Everything is great. So we didn’t want to leave, but there were no rooms at the hotel for the third night and we moved to the five-star Reddison Blue.

In a modern box hotel building, spacious halls, modern furnishings (well, somewhere in the eighties - nineties). Swimming pool on the top floor overlooking the city… We have definitely upgraded our comfort level by… in the new room. two square meters.

A small number for almost seven thousand a night. If you are not at the conference, there is no point in these 5 stars. Moreover, the bath asked her to wash before the appointment . . The rest is normal, but not so much better than the Three Crowns to pay twice as much. Breakfast is clearly more varied and plentiful. The room is a little bigger. So after weighing everything, we decided on the fourth night to take another option.

The new home was the Adele apartments. Close to the Old Town and the KGB Museum. Spacious, clean apartment. Full-wall windows and a terrace around the perimeter of the apartment are all glazed from top to floor, and even with a view of both the port and the Old Town! Gorgeous! The nuance is next. Their signage is inconspicuous. Sign at the entrance to the common entrance on the first floor, from Narva street. Separate bathroom. Clean. The kitchen is complete with everything you need. Electric stove, modern, microwave, jet instant kettle.

Grocery store Rimi across the intersection, under the nose from the entrance. Food prices are the same as in St. Petersburg. The quality is often better. You can not buy cheese, it seems we left it there in the refrigerator on the second shelf. The administrator, a model-looking girl, spoke Russian. True, she left the keys to us at the entrance in the household appliances store located in the same building. And when checking in, the seller of the aforementioned store asked very much to pay in cash, which we didn’t want to shake out of our wallet. It looked like some kind of divorce or carelessness. As a result, we were given the keys, with the condition of payment by card after leaving the room. But these are trifles. The apartments are definitely good.


FOOD AND LEISURE.

Entertainment in Tallinn is full. All the numerous bars and other places of entertainment are countless. I will note some old town ones.

For skinny lovers of the best traditions of catering, I prescribe a canteen with huge pancakes. Her name is Absolute. The pancakes are so big that on a cool night you can cover yourself with a warm pancake like a blanket and eat it quietly, with a happy smile of a person who took a lot, but for very little. Also for Homo economicus, who love exotic and delicious food, I recommend the "Third Dragon". This is not a dish made from the legendary heartburn lizard. This is a medieval canteen for knights. You can't see anything, because there was no electricity in the 15th century. And in the twilight, for a couple of euros, they can pour you a delicious stew that you will drink from a plate (spoons had not yet been invented then), take pies and a large, meaty rib with some kind of spicy juniper flavor. Why the Third Dragon is clear on the edge. The first two were eaten by tourists. Moreover, the institution is in the Town Hall, in the most passing place. And everything here is cheap and cheerful... no, cheap and funny.

In a bucket at the entrance is a barrel of pickles. How much you catch, all yours! Only cucumbers are spoken. It is useless to catch them - nimble and slippery creatures. So they scatter from... a thick, unsharpened stick, which is supposed to catch them. With the same success, you can wrap a log of spaghetti. When ordering, to my surprise, the medieval cash desk accepted bank cards! Only now, to sign the check, they gave me a huge, fluffy feather. I wanted to add the full title right next to the signature (my full title was announced to me by a friend whose purse I forgot on the fence) But the title did not fit. And in the dark they put my rib with them in a bag along with a long black hair. Good quality hair, to be sure. It was possible for them to tie the package with a bow. But I did not swear. The Middle Ages… darkness. You can't see the cleanliness of the dishes. When he drank stew from a broken jug, he did not break his tooth on someone else's - and that's good.


Close to the Dragon garlic restaurant Balthazar. Anyone who is afraid of vampires or is engaged in prevention before the full moon - here! Almost everything is with garlic. Even ice cream. Dishes are delicious, garlic does not smell like pure garlic. Some kind of original impregnation in garlic and meat. But judging by the prices, the lair of vampires - capitalists is just here. But in the fashionable eatery Vopiano (Solaris shopping center and also near the Forum shopping center, on the way to the aforementioned 2-euro parking lot), prices are very moderate, relative to the quantity and quality of food. The same person who took the order cooks right in front of you. And pretty fast! In addition, instead of flowers, basil grows on the tables in pots. You can immediately tear it up and eat it. So stay healthy!

As for the speed of service, not all Tallinn establishments are good with this. For example, in the morning in a coffee shop, near the Three Crowns, I ordered coffee. “Strong coffee to wake you up? ' the waitress guessed.

Yes, - I answered and .... sat twenty minutes waiting for coffee, being the only customer. With at least six employees of the institution. What have they been doing together all this time? Deciding how best to brew coffee? In short, here you can order coffee not only to wake up, but to have time to sleep and wake up.

And of course, the unforgettable "Old Hansa" near the Town Hall Square. Medieval style, has its own original beer and dishes. Prices are not that small, but smaller than in Balthazar. You can eat deliciously and get drunk like a real, medieval pig! What could be better? Just get drunk and shoot from a real bow in the clearing, on the way to the parking lot! In the direction of the mentioned (read. below) parking tent. For 10 euros they will show and teach the notorious Robin Hood. At my disposal were: an instructor who understands Russian, 20 arrows, a target and a dog with a mistress walking behind the targets.

The dog was well fed, but I was full. Everyone is lucky.

I'm not writing about a walk along the medieval walls for a couple of euros. As much as it costs to climb the tallest tower of St. Olaf's Church in Tallinn. Climbing it up the steep steps, you can pump up the gluteal muscles so much that by the end of the ascent your butt will get stuck in a narrow flight of stairs. But this view is worth it! (to the city, of course). . .


Of the museum-type entertainment events, I would like to mention two. The first is the Tallinn TV tower. Teletorn in Estonian. Located in the Pirita area. The drive from the Old Town is about 15 minutes. Parking there is free. Inside is an interesting, man-made environment. Entrance to the tower for an hour will cost 14 euros from the nose. Upstairs you will find a panoramic view of... the whole of Estonia and cafes. And the highlight of the program is mushrooms. A field of huge, table-sized moving mushrooms. Where else can you see such mushrooms, if you do not first eat mushrooms? At the top of the TV tower.

The top floor of Telethorn is littered with computers dressed in such a wonderful look. On mushroom-shaped hats-monitors there is any cognitive information. About Estonia, its War of Independence (guess - from whom? ). There is a mushroom - a telescope. A mushroom that tells about the invention of Skyp in Estonia. Even a mushroom talking about shale oil production! With a sample of oil and shale. Hanging a stone. And how is oil squeezed out of it? In appearance, rather, you can squeeze a liter of blood out of dinosaur fossils or hug an old man and squeeze a little youth out of him .... But they squeeze out! To spite Rosneft, what miracles will not work! And I wonder how you decided to make this mycelium? Probably it was like that. "Tourists should be introduced to the history and life of Estonia in an accessible way. What are your suggestions? " said the Prime Minister. - "Mushrooms will introduce tourists to Estonia! " - the Minister of Tourism replied, through clouds of smoke from a strange-smelling joint.

- It is obvious. We have a lot of tourists from Scandinavia and Russia. They know how many interesting things mushrooms can tell. . . They trust them. . . "This Estonian technology must be adopted. Introducing cucumbers to the history of Russia. Preferably lightly salted. A pool in the form of a jar. A tourist in scuba gear is dumped into it and swims among computers - cucumbers, looks at the history of the creation of vodka and the hydrogen bomb, floats like in brine, and thus embodies the morning dream of some Russians.

If only an hour is allotted for Telethorn, then there is a place where you need to reserve the whole day. This is the Lennusadam Naval Museum. This is a giant hangar, like the city of people in the movie The Matrix. Impressive exhibits. You can shoot from anti-aircraft guns and pedal in the first submarine and even walk through the compartments in a real submarine! A dream for Steampunk and Dieselpunk fans. Valves, sensors and velvet in rivets.


At the entrance there is an automatic machine, intuitive to use. The drawn scheme of lowering the coin into the slot and extracting the coupon is available. Pay when you park, not at the end of your stay. Somehow I was late with payment, after a day for a few more hours. And as a decent person, he decided to pay for the overrun of space-time. Adding 2 euros as a day, we went to the nearest shopping center. And upon returning to the parking lot, a long green paper was found on the windshield of the car. Apparently gratitude for the honesty in the calculations... So it was. Only with the addition of a fine of 30 euros. There is no barrier, not a soul in the parking lot. Well, who suddenly saw that I paid at the wrong time? Are they dug in the trenches and watching the park? It remains to be guessed... after all, there is a church above the parking lot .... But seriously, everything is in video cameras.

So, in another parking lot, opposite the Forum shopping center, there are cars parked on a special extension along the road. Somehow we got on it. And it was not clear whether it was paid parking or a random freebie? There is no parking meter. But after a thorough survey of the area, a pillar was discovered on which it was imperceptibly written that this was a parking lot. It's funny, as our Estonian friends later suggested to us, payment is made by phone. And there may be a penalty for non-payment. Free parking is rare here. And if you are very lucky and you found it, it is only because you simply did not see an inconspicuous sign about payment on some fence. Be carefull! In order to avoid a fine, it is necessary to inspect the area from top to bottom, and also look into the faces of passers-by - is this a parking employee in disguise?

BORDER RESERVATION.

I naively wanted to provide myself with maximum comfort when crossing the border from Russia to Estonia by car. They scare the queues for a reason. If you go to the Internet search engines, you can find a reservation for a place in the queue for crossing the border on the GoSwift website. There you will be indicated both the number of cars in the queue and free time for booking in the Waiting Area (toilet, shower, cafe, etc. bourgeois excesses). The issue price is 1.5 euros. Plus 2 euros for SMS alarms with a warning about the remaining time before crossing the border. Taking this package of services, we crossed St. Petersburg and arrived in 3 hours to Ivan-gorod. Panoramic view of the remarkably preserved fortress, the river and the bridge across it to Narva. And there are 40 cars in line across this bridge to the border. Moving rather sluggishly. Haha! Queue for losers who can't book! It was only necessary to find where is the entrance to the treasured Waiting Zone….


Large portions, cheap and delicious. Let me, I think I’ll come in while the lady of the heart is sitting in the car, I’ll take myself another heart in soup and a lot more dietary, but fatter and more. While the queue creeps. Which is what was done. And suddenly, before I finished eating, I get a call from her that the queue has moved and there are only a few cars in front of us. What to do? Correctly! Speed ​ ​ up the chewing process. And then a call that our car is already in front of the barrier .... How unpleasant it is, with half a liter of soup, a double portion of meat, a side dish and dessert in your stomach, rushing from the hill to the border at full speed! The feeling is that the skating rink was launched from the mountain. I risked demolishing the border booth. For what purpose profit-and-and-and? – would have rushed after me…. . - Devour and return-I-I-I-I! In short, the queue moves in leaps and bounds. So don't yawn.

At the checkpoint, the border of the Russian Federation meets us with impressive pits. It's like dear guests with bread and salt .... And so as not to be offended, he escorts the same hotel.

I would have taken a picture, but I was afraid to extend the trip to 15 years of a maximum security sanatorium for espionage. In fairness, I note that the Estonian side tried to keep up with the Russian side in hospitality. The Estonian border checkpoint looks modern. It is equipped not with a miserable barrier, but with metal bars and gates (so Russian military aggression has no chance! ). Employees speak Russian. In any case, they understand it better than the pitiful efforts of Kityazhegorod English. And they liked talking with us so much that apparently not wanting to let us go, the border guards began to close the iron gates of the checkpoint just at the moment when our car was passing by. The shutters drove over the mirror and the door. But luckily there were no scratches. Since rubber gaskets were attached to the edges of the metal doors. It was they who softened the friction on the body of the car.

And it seems to be a plus for Estonians that there is such a device on the gate. Ours doesn’t (we generally only have a barrier - either we are more trusting, or we are not so much afraid of an Estonian attack). But from the presence of rubber bands on the gates of Estonia, we can conclude that such behavior is no exception and our car is not the only one that suffered. In general, there is an offer for those people who diligently dig holes in the asphalt at our border checkpoint (by the way, they also work on the border with Finland - such holes in the underworld that, looking from there, Hitler himself will envy these Mannerheim trenches! ). Our dear ones, keep up with technology! Carefully frame the border of each hole with softening materials. Rubber and others. The bottom of the pit can be lined with felt. Let's make a landmark out of the disaster (well, like the Cyclopean monument to Peter in Moscow, the gas scraper in St. Petersburg and other Avtovaz).


Yes, I’ll make a lyrical digression about the Finnish border, because I won’t write a review about this, because it’s expensive there and there’s nothing to do... more precisely, even nothing-not-doing there is too expensive. Even just to mention Finland - bam and minus 40 euros from the account... So. NEVER drive on the A125 highway, despite the traffic on the neighboring highways. Never! You can’t go there, except for one case - when a person sold his brains and bought a tank for it. Then, with a tank, you can make A125 from any route.

Back to our us. . .

FUCKING FREK. This unfortunate creature stocked up in Duty Free. But (temporarily) with the satisfied face of a man who won at roulette. Previously, I saw that only in Domodedovo a duty-free shop sells at prices one third higher than the average store. But no! A bad example is contagious. At least alcohol in Tallinn in grocery stores will be cheaper in many cases than in dutik. Don't let yourself be fooled!

Border crossing from Estonia to Russia.

As always, well in advance, that is, right at the moment of departure from Tallinn, the thought crawled into my head - why not look at what is being done with the queue at the border? The dark, suspicious part of the personality, ready for any nastiness, took over. And sent the weak-willed bodies of the shopping center in search of Wi-Fi. By the way, do not believe the TV shows that promise that the whole of Estonia is smeared with a thick layer of Wi-Fi. It is better to find it in shopping centers. Access to the GoSwift booking site. ee confirmed the fears. The queue at the border on Sunday is full. And even a day ahead. To the waiting area. But in the “live queue” we have some miserable 72 cars in front of us, which we were promised to dump back home in 7 hours from the moment of booking. So, taking a 3.5 hour drive to the Narva checkpoint and an hour in reserve, we booked this barely lively queue for our expected arrival.


Like last time, we were promised to send SMS to both phones. The first with a notification that we have 60 cars in front of us, the second that we have 30 cars in front of us, and the third - a call to the border. Booking service 1.5 euros and 1 euro per SMS. Payment immediately. On the spot. Invest 3 euros in a memory slot in a laptop or tablet and a check will appear on the display. But with a banal, uninteresting, payment with a bank card, make sure that the mobile operator is available if the bank sends you any passwords to your mobile phone to confirm the purchase. Here my tele2 failed. The banking operation did not go through and I had to re-enter the drivers' data on the site. When I tried to pay with another card, I was given a message that my car was already registered in the queue, although, I repeat, the payment for this did not go through. A call to the GoSwift service clarified the situation - they give 20 minutes for payment, and if there was a failure, then you also need to re-enter everything after 20 minutes. So I did.

And because it's stressful, there's a feeling of hunger. This feeling of hunger itself led to a gluttonous fast eater called Vopiano, with a bowl of spaghetti. But the feeling of time is somehow late ....

Time... damn it... it always comes at the wrong time! The reserved hour quickly flew by. And we drove up to Narva back to back. Not only in terms of time, but also in terms of gasoline. Both, of course, ended quite suddenly! There is a nice bonus for a disorganized person - the world is full of surprises! In this case, at the entrance to Narva, an additional surprise was the Statoil gas station. Still, we will add at least a few liters at your Eurozhlobskaya, double price, we thought. So that in Ivangorod have time to jump. You can also pay with a bank card. The machine at the gas station understood Russian by pressing the corresponding flag on the display. Offered to enter a pin code. And here something intuitively restless flashed through me at that moment.

But I trustfully entered the pin. Then he started refueling, naively thinking to fill five liters and press the “stop” column on the monitor (the smallest and most inconspicuous button, inspect the column with a magnifying glass). As soon as gasoline went, an SMS came from the bank. Something made me want to watch it right away. While he climbed for the phone, unlocked the buttons, while he bulged his eyes at what he saw, the column managed to inject half the tank. Which is equal in price to a whole tank in Russia. From which a running line with strong Russian words went on my front panel. I pressed the Stop button, annoyed that I poured excess gasoline. But the real surprise was in the text that distracted me. In it, the bank said that at the beginning of the refueling, 100 euros had already been deducted from me. What actually in my case was equal to refueling three tanks of gasoline! And by pressing the "check" button, I received a check for another 23 euros for a half tank of really filled gasoline. And here I am, seeing that they threw me 100 euros.


It is customary for Russians to warmly recall the abstract Mother of an unknown person. And many more good, unprintable ones. My friend ran, apparently from stress, to the appropriate room at the gas station. And is it worth saying that it was at this tense moment that an SMS came from the Estonian border checkpoint that we were called to pass the border? Exactly. Moreover, the SMS that we had 60 cars in front of us did not come at all. Apparently, the Estonians have been typing the word “sixty” for a long time and decided to completely forget about it. But they compensated for the omission with the following - an SMS that we had 30 cars in front of us and an SMS that we had zero cars in front of us came at the same time! So that! And they were also frightened by many hours of queues at the border. Yes, the Estonians simply teleport them dozens at a time. From 30 cars to zero cars in a few seconds. Cars in front of the border, apparently slip through with cosmic acceleration.

So I'm made aware that I have to be in two places at the same time. Yes, even giving the gas station 100 euros. And my friend, naturally foreseeing such a situation with her female intuition, at this very moment, forgets in the “room for those who received stress” a handbag with all her documents! How timely! And what a perfect match! Gas station with a bank, border guards, my girl! “Come on, beauty, ” the border guards say, “we send two killer texts at once, and you run to the toilet and throw your purse there! Yes, yes, - the gas station supports, - and we will agree with the bank to write off one hundred euros just like that at this moment! " Okay. I know my girlfriend... She just wanted to distract me from sad thoughts. Switch attention, so to speak... What is there 100 euros ? ! Get in line across the border! Here is a lost passport - a really cool trick! But I will be objective. It's not about forgetfulness.

We need to know our handbag, its harmful, independent character. It wasn't the first time the bastard's purse had performed dangerous stunts. In the Canaries, she also deliberately lagged behind our car, hiding on the fence. Also with all passports, bank cards, money and phone. And in the car, on the seat, she hid from us not in the first... I think she has matured and wants to live her own life. You just need to let her go… But everything worked out in Estonia. The bag has been returned. And about 100 euros, the gas station worker said the following. We are not the first to be shocked. Such manipulation is done regularly. 100 euros are taken as a deposit before refueling. Then, after refueling, the difference between the deposit and actually spent is returned. But not at once. The bank confirmed this to me... But the money was not returned. Till. We have to wait ten days. They ripen there, apparently... in an incubator... And I still don’t know how to deal with the bank. He would have been robbed before.

But now there is nothing to take in banks. The money no longer exists. Instead, there are virtual obligations for non-existent resources. And a widespread, relatively stable (see exchange rate) misconception that these resources exist, obligations are met, and both the first and second can be increased (chit. - inflated) endlessly. But you bring real resources to the bank, obtained by real work. Think. Hehe...So I'm a realist, I'm preparing a good fuse for the gas station at home. If the money is not returned, I will arrange a fire show at the gas station for the lost seven thousand... And this is not a call for terrorism. This is a symmetrical response to sanctions.


We were lucky. Narva is small. Fifteen minutes drive and we drive up to the border checkpoint. We see a platform surrounded by residential buildings, which ends with the gates of the checkpoint. There are a couple dozen empty cars on the site. Expected to see a missed line, stretching for 10 hours. And we see...

silence, peace, grace. The people - not a soul. The gates are closed. And only somehow stealthily, on the side of the residential building, a small line of fifteen cars weaves, timidly driving one by one through the gates of the checkpoint. Where is the “waiting area”, where is the area for the live queue and the third queue for those who have not booked? Unclear. No one to ask. And then I see people passing through the checkpoint. These are special people. Residents of the zone between Russia and Estonia. There is an entire fortress stuck in this zone. And at home with people. They walk across the border back and forth, as if at home. They have a simplified way of crossing the border - without a passport. Blessed... Apparently they still do not realize that the Soviet Union collapsed. And at the border they are not told so as not to stress... They regret it. I follow these lucky people inside the checkpoint. Where an Estonian employee (in Russian! ) explains that the zone for those who booked the queue is exactly at the very first turn after the ill-fated Statoil gas station.

The winner of the dragon left, and in the booth, some kind of scream was heard in the wake and tongues of hellish flames blazed .... Then I approached him, boiling with virtue and full of good intentions. And maybe it was worth starting: “My dearest! What wonderful backyards you have! ”, but two hot coals were looking at me and I just stuck the documents out the window. They demanded three more euros from me, in addition to the three already paid for booking on the Internet. “What the hell is the fright? ! ', I ask very politely. “From such that your car numbers are incorrectly indicated in the booking. ” Will have to fix. The letter "U" is written incorrectly, which I wrote as "U" following the recommendation of the site. And it should have been written as "Y"! Otherwise, some computer on the border will not let us through and we will live here in the Transservice lair for another eight hours .... And in general, we are given a warning in the "system" and next time they will not let us through!

Seeing this parking lot, I imagined what kind of yard computer was ahead and believed it. Probably a full... Pentium... Chukhon assembly. So I gave three euros, and they gave me a coupon with my car number distorted. When asked where I should go next with this coupon, the Great Inhabitant of the Booth, the Keeper of Talons, Speaking to the Computer, issued a spell in a recitative that “I don’t know anything, I’m on a break, not my problems! ”, hung a sign on the window and simply disappeared in an acid-poisonous, yellow cloud. I even heard demonic laughter...


Kind, experienced people in line explained how to get to the border from this vile Mexican, inter-garage wasteland. Actually, we had to return to that sluggish line at the checkpoint of a dozen cars, which we had already seen, having driven up to the very border. That is, from the backyards of Transservice we return back to the border checkpoint.

And the question - why was it necessary to arrange this race to the backyards of Narva for a ticket and hung in the air .... heavy stone...

The computer, squinting, correctly saw our number and we were invited to drive inside the checkpoint. To one of the three booths, in which a red cross was burning, prohibiting movement. What we were rude and pointed out. But there were three red crosses for three booths and they were all on fire. And I had to go somewhere. At the second booth, they explained to us that the traffic light simply did not wait for us and switched from green to red. Ah, this fast Estonian traffic light, with nimble Estonians! Of course, we drove carefully, remembering the wayward nature of the border gate, whose grip was imprinted on our car! Again a standard set of checks. Behind the Estonian checkpoint is ours, Russian. With Russian "jokes".

So, earlier, at the entrance to Estonia, an employee of our checkpoint asked those who arrived from St. Petersburg and passed the border by car - from which flight were they? The faces of the tourists stretched out, the neighbor giggled... jokers! Our faces were also pulled out, only in the other direction, on the road from Estonia. It's funny when the worker who checks the car looks at the bottle of wine with a stoppered stopper and asks strictly: “Are you taking any alcohol with you ? ! ". We were a little taken aback... even the bottle pressed into the trunk and was silent as it were guilty. “Yes, we are bringing half a bottle of unfinished wine, ” I say. "Okay, move on! "…. . Interesting…. And why ask with such a tone, as if we are transporting a drug? But since you haven’t finished smoking, then - you can, drive through ...? Joker! And obviously the person is not from the traffic police. And that would make me breathe. Well, it's all over. And after a hundred meters - cheers... It happened! The motherland met us with native ditches. Home Sweet Home!


As a result, I realized that there is no need to be afraid of the Estonian military aggression. NATO exercises with the Baltic countries. Estonians are generally friendly, disciplined people. And while they reserve places for their army at the border, while they fill their tanks at exorbitant prices at a gas station, few will make it to the Transservice parking lot. And there, in the depths of the main booth, guarding the border, there is such fire-breathing rudeness that we can sleep peacefully ...

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