Russia IS great

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So, I am always complaining here about Russia. This is of course wrong. Because if it would be as pictured in this blog I wouldn't have stayed here for so long.

In fact living in Russia is great, and all the problems I mention (because it's so easy to write about) are the spice in the soup (means here solyanka) of life :)

I have right now a couple of great days behind me, and even the worse moments added their part to the great impression of this week.

Just to give a climps, two days ago I stranded in a dirty and dull city in the north of Russia. When I had over 20 degresses in Moscow there it was still snowing. Yesterday I arrived in spb after some plane delay just to meet with as warm and friendly as drunken clients. After 2 bootles of whiskey they gave the police a call and the specialforces (OMON) of russia gave us a boat trip over the river Neva and the canals with the most beautiful city I know.
Besides this I had great client meetings, colegues, talked with nice people with surprised me by their brilliant mind. Worked with my laptop in a coffee at Nevski Prospekt, meets austrians at a god forgotten place, setteled fights with arguments and so on.

And all the time there are of course Russians everywhere. And with all wired sides they still have this what people call the russian sould. And to experience this wide, hospital Russian soul make things here finally so cool.

:o)

VIP taxi

There are new taxis out there in Moscow. Since a couple of month quite a lot of orange Porsche Cayenne are driving around. Of course they call it VIP taxi
(here you can get everything in VIP, VIP parking spaces at the aerport, VIP beauty salons for your wife, VIP entrance in a VIP club...).


anyway, the concept seems to work. First of all there are a lot o this card and become more and more. Second I saw just recently an Maybach as orange VIP taxi....

Marketing in Moscow

There is a huge add hanging next to the red square where we had the last douzend years the hotel Russia. It's big, and it's nice. They pinned some car models on it complete with lights.
I drive by it every day, and I am really impressed every time.

Now two weeks ago a Germany guy (living in London) showed me the add and recognized that there is a significant difference between all Russian car adds and the German one.
All this adds in Moscow are about "be the first", "be the fastest"... . In Germany it is more like "Advantage with technique", "For The Nature" or "Drive Comfortable".

As more surprising as that you spend you driving time here staying in traffic jams just producing smog. And even if the streets would be free (e.g. Tuesday night, 3 am) the condition of the streets don't allow you to speed too much.

Of course, also in Germany (great highways, no speeding limit) is a clientele which wants to drive fast. But this is the 18 - 25 year, poor, VW or Fiat target group.
You would not make for them a 1 million dollar add next to the red square (respective the Reichstag).

This observation is actually really interesting if you want to push a product in the CIS market. Make yourself a favor, don't copy your western campaign, don't appeal on the brain, not even on the heart. You want to sell, to target the balls.

P.S.
The picture I got from http://englishrussia.com/?p=1839 (thx), as that my sucked.

jam

I am pretty unhappy right now, 3rd time this week I stay in an traffic jam because they closed the streets due to a politician.
They like to to it. For approx. A douzend high ranking officals theycut a piece out of the pie which reassembles moscow where all traffic goes in circles.

Someone may wonder, how this can happen. Don't Russian have helicopters?
Or the sense to calculate the economic costs of sending their capitals into the infrastructural meltdown twice a day?
Believe, sure they have both. I secretly assume there plains another componente with in.
This middle Asian touch to show who has the big balls and is the patriarch.

And who shows all the damn rest of this town better who is the boss, as the guy in a convoy with 180 km/h when all the rest stays in traffic jam.

Here is a link, who support this thesis. There you see that this behavior becomes worse as more Caucasians.

SWOT analysis

You know, I call Russian girls сладкий яд (sweet poison) and try to stay as far away as possible or handle them with extreme precaution.
Today I got remembered why.

Wow, a Russian girl told me yesterday evening:
If I meet a guy who I'd love very much I'd be happy to live anywhere with him. I don't need just to live in a big house with a man whom I don't love.
*oh, sweet, nice, isn't it*... anyway, don't believe it.

And today another Russian girl showed me reality once more. She said:
I think a SWOT analysis is very useful tool. I made one before I got divorced from my first Russian husband.
!! SWOT ANALYSIS BEFORE YOU DIVORCE !! This is simple brilliant :o))))

No matter what gender or nationality people don't want to have love OR money (aka security). Everybody wants to have love AND money (aka security). Growing up in a culture with has a revolution or crisis one in a generation doesn't ease this wish.
Poor all the men (Russian and special foreigner) which are intrigued by the beauty and seemingly tenderness of Russian girls. But behind the surface Russian girls may be some of the smartest and toughest beings in the world. After the grown up in a "survival of the fittest" society, within a very pro-male culture and with 20 million more woman then men in the country.

so, handle with precaution :)

poka

Cat's in the hospital

Quick picture from a Russian hospital.

The kittys are cute, however, nothing I want to have around while they
do surgery :)

Size matters

Russia is incomprehensible, but sometimes you start to get a glimpse of it.

Like now, when I switched through the hotel folder in Sibira to order my breakfast.

I saw the zones for the domestic call. Damn, you see it...
Zone 4 up to 3000 km
Zone 5 up to 5000 km
Zone 6 from 5001 km



Tomorrow I get a taxi to drive to a town next by and come then back in the evening. One way, 400 km in a cap in the Siberian winter.

Bdw, if you wonder where I am. North Sibira, not even in the middle of the country.