Republic-matryoshka you in the womb of Moldova

Post-war reality, fraternal friendship with Moscow and brandy in Tiraspol, the capital of the unrecognized Transnistria

Milena Dimitrova
Exclusively for “Sega”

The world does not care and does not want to know about the fratricidal feud tearing appart a nation in Europe.
It was just its luck to live on the border between two former empires. The Moldovians establish their state in the XIV century, in spite of the flowering of the Ottoman Empire, while a significant proportion of the population still is not at peace with the fall of the Soviet Union. Tiraspol, capital of the unrecognized Transnistrian Moldovan Republic (PMR), which is something like a state within a state of Moldova, lives under the motto “Our strength is in unity with Moscow”. The slogan is on the facade of the Palace of children and youth in the central square, to the left is the monument to Suvorov, and opposite – a tank. Yes, a tank parked on the banks of the river Dniester, a reminder of the bloodshed in 1992, which led to the containment of the Transnistrian Republic within Moldova, east of the Dniester.

Skiers and sailors reach Ushuaia, the world at the end

Cold and wind chill the Tierra del Fuego in August

Milena Dimitrova del Fuego, Patagonia, Argentina

In Ushuaia, first came to prison. As a joke – but in prison, and the most distant – at the opposite end of the earth. Cells, cold corridors, chains and leg cannonballs in the deafening accompaniment of an orchestra like in war films – where did you bring me, God? I went on an official celebration for extreme skiers and tourists in the last city in the world of the southern hemisphere, only 600 miles before Antarctica.

Skiing in Africa at 3,265 meters in Morocco


Milena Dimitrova

Especially for magazine “Theme”

The bus broke in the middle of rocky desert, while we were climbing the steep curves in southern Morocco. The smoke choked us, the smell of grease and broken vertebrae from the engine filled the air- 16 journalists from the USA, Bulgaria, Belgium, Spain, Romania, Ireland, Macedonia, Switzerland, were dumped on the road to the city of Ouarzazate, known as the Door to Sahara. This company was just part of over 200 journalists from 33 countries, brought close by their common hobby-winter sports and the exotic opportunity to ski in Africa. In Morocco, 80 km from Marrakech there’s enough real white snow up high, even though during the day the temperature rises up to about 20 degrees. February. Africa!

Positive infinity

I keep tireless traveling but the places I haven’t been yet, will be always more than visited ones. Years ago, people were collecting stamps from the known states. I did as well, even got more than fifteen seals, and what? A mathematician used to compare the quantity of women with whom he did sleep with the quantity of women that he would never touch. The first grew at the expense of the second one – but timely. And the second one would never to go to minus infinity. Just let us define what it means to have visited a place? If you overnight once in Dakar, Senegal, would you cross across the whole area of Africa? Do you know entirely the U.S.A., if traveling through two or three states only? Sometimes, it takes a whole life to understand a country. The world is endless. The task is impossible but this is not sad at all. Au contrary, I still try to balance both multitudes of known and unknown areas.

Have a nice trip!


Professional traveler

SCIJ and FIJET member

How long does happiness last?

When I am the happiest, I watch the fir trees and pines from above and ponder who and how does he stack rows of three or five-pointed sprouts on top of the trees, which are to be branches in the future. Sometimes there are only two – so little, and sometimes – even eight, and again on the stem there are buds and there are new progeny, a next line of shoots wide and round, i.e. expansion and growth. Of course, there is only one way to observe the tops of conifers – when using a lift to get on the slopes, and your heart is calm not to beat for anything else. For me, these are rare moments of happiness. And how to hear happiness? Again in the mountains, in clear winter days the snow squeaks in a special way under the ski. I have presumed that this tight wheezing, which does not happen often, is the sound of pure nature in harmony.