From the river bluff of my Peace Corps site in 2013, I could see Grigoriopol and Dorotcaia. Grigoriopol was especially mysterious - all I could make out with binoculars was a concrete high-rise, which left me with the impression of some kind of defunct Soviet industrial city. (Of course we weren't allowed to enter Transnistria.) Thanks for filling in my impressions with stories and photos.
Thank you for this comment. It's such a tragic story. Seeing the fear and discomfort in the parents' and children's eyes was heartbreaking when they spoke about life in Griroriopol. Only when we lowered the cameras and voice recorders did they speak to us openly.
From the river bluff of my Peace Corps site in 2013, I could see Grigoriopol and Dorotcaia. Grigoriopol was especially mysterious - all I could make out with binoculars was a concrete high-rise, which left me with the impression of some kind of defunct Soviet industrial city. (Of course we weren't allowed to enter Transnistria.) Thanks for filling in my impressions with stories and photos.
Thank you for this comment. It's such a tragic story. Seeing the fear and discomfort in the parents' and children's eyes was heartbreaking when they spoke about life in Griroriopol. Only when we lowered the cameras and voice recorders did they speak to us openly.