My recent visit to Azerbaijan inspired this blog. As I was being driven through Baku, my guide, Basran, would occasionally gesture at crumbly old buildings and say, “Soviet junk.”
I’ve gained experience roaming through countries spewed by the cement mixer of communism: the Balkans (Romania, Bulgaria), Russia, Mongolia, and now Azerbaijan.
How have they been dealing with their Soviet junk? The answers are varied, and there is a clear winner.
The Do-Nothing Approach: Mongolia. When I first drove through Ulan Bator in 2014, I thought to myself, “Hey, I’ve seen this all before,” namely in Romania and Russia. It was as if there had been a single architectural plan for the whole of the socialist world, one without imagination or aesthetics.
This type of building is pretty much what you see everywhere in UB. My apartment was in one. The interiors are, in a word, depressing.
I spent 6 weeks in UB. I love to wander around new cities and turn corners where I am sure to find something interesting or unusual. In UB there was not one corner I turned where I found something interesting or unusual.
Rather, I was stunned by the complete lack of aesthetic architecture and urban planning in the Mongolian capital. Not one park! And talk about your Soviet junk, UB is an entire city of it – except on the north side of town, which is filled with traditional yurts.
Mongolians have money from minerals now and lots of glam shops downtown, but the main drag isn’t particularly beautiful.
Mongolia as a country is, by contrast, spectacularly beautiful, and half the population (about 1.5 million people) remains traditional nomads. I can only speculate that traditional nomads don’t have a sense of the urb, of city planning, such as the Middle East has had for over 3000 years and the West for some 2000.
As far as I can tell, Mongolians aren’t doing anything about their architectural past.
European Union To The Rescue: Romania. Dictator Nicolai Ceauçescu had the bright idea to bring peasants from the countryside into the cities in the 1970s. Endless blocuri (apartment buildings) went up everywhere, in towns big and small. Ugly, ugly, ugly.
I bought an apartment in one of them, albeit it a nice part of town. The exterior originally looked like what’s pictured here, but the interior of my particular apartment was renovated and just right for me.
Romania joined the European Union in 2006. A couple of years ago, EU funds were used to reface the dirty grey blocs in my neighborhood and all over town, thereby giving Bucharest a much-needed face-lift, along with better insulated apartments. Now the exterior of my bloc is much improved:
These are my bedroom windows. The rest of my apartment faces the other side of the building.
Start All Over: Azerbaijan. In my blog Azerbaijan I: A Lovely Architectural Surprise I wrote about how impressed I was with the city – and this despite the Soviet junk, because there is a whole lot of visible good to counterbalance the more hidden bad.
As far as that junk goes, here’s an example:
On occasion it gets refaced:
However, more likely than not these days, they’re tearing it down and building anew. That’s really the only good solution:
Baku is in the midst of a building boom – as elsewhere in the world.
Note: See my blog Globalization Through the Lens of Malaysia.
The old is coming down, the new is going up. Baku is winning the battle of its Soviet junk past.
To be fair, Azerbaijan has oil – and Romania does not – meaning that they can afford to tear down and rebuild. Also, upscale in Baku is upscale. In terms of jewelry stores alone, on their gorgeous main drag they have Bulgari, Chopard, DeBeers, Tiffany, and Harry Winston.
The icing on Baku’s post-communist cake is the Intourist Hotel.
During Soviet times, Intourist hotels were considered good. This new Intourist Hotel was built in the style of the old Soviet chain, but it’s a 5-star hotel run by Marriott. It’s designed to appeal to those with a hankering for the bad old Soviet days. What better way to deal with your communist past than to upscale it and sell the nostalgia?
Addendum: I’m now in Tashkent, Uzbekistan. Here I’ve discovered yet another way to deal with Soviet junk: wait for the next earthquake. In 1924 Uzbekistan became part of the Soviet Union. In 1966 an 8.0 earthquake did massive damage.
Final note: There’s nothing of Old Tashkent because the earthquakes of 1866 and 1868 leveled it.
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This post was written by Julie Andresen